NATIONAL DAY OF CONSENT APRIL 21, 2010

FOUR-TWENTY PLUS ONE
written by: THE KINGPIN THORNE PETERS
www.ThornePeters.com

I write this with a heavy heart, as my fate is sealed by my own design on April 21, 2010. Since the oppressive hypocrisy surrounding Marihuana has become intolerable, I will lay down the gauntlet and fall on the sword for all who cannot or will not . . . thus my purpose on Earth.

After partying the night away at a rally of freethinking hedonists at Overton Park in Memphis, TN on the International Pot Smoker Day of April 20th, I will report to 201 Poplar (our local jailhouse) with a blazing blunt in my mouth and my dope sack in my pocket to demand that I be taken to their leader. Once inside their arcane system of injustice, I will stand mute to their mundane charges, as I do not recognize the right of this government to treat me like a criminal for breaking their arbitrary laws. of injustice.

Since I will not relent, I will be held in contempt of court, and since my contempt for a system that favors law over justice will never ebb, I will be in for the long haul. I will stay in prison for the rest of my life before I would ever plead GUILTY when I am INNOCENT. I will accept no writ of Habeus Corpus, so buckle up.

By contending that Marihuana is a controlled substance, I will legally defeat them by bashing them over the head with their own ill-logic. They label Marihuana as an illegal drug so that they can have an unnatural control over our right to choose the pursuit of happiness. But unlike drugs, such as alcohol, cigarettes, aspirins and drugs, Marihuana is a natural herb growing wild until the government chooses to control it even though it goes through no control process. Our country was founded on the concept of limited government intervention into our personal lives in order to prevent the societal chaos this billion dollar blunt hunt is wreaking.

If only 25 million Marihuana smokers would join me, and go chief up at their local precincts, we could confound their system of oppression to the point of extinction and secure a vital personal freedom for generations to come. It is national despotism to inflict laws on personal behavior. You the people need to exercise your inalienable right to mind your goddamn business and no other . . . I know I will.

In order to broaden the scope of my personal crusade, I will personally launch the first annual NATIONAL DAY OF CONSENT on April 21, 2010, so you the people can choose which laws against life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness you wish to fight.

We must find the collective logic to understand that there is a difference between committing a crime and breaking the law. Laws are voted on by man so they are ever-changing, whereas crimes have always been the same and remain beyond a vote. We will never get to vote on legalizing rape . . . a real shame. You can only get away with murder if you do it in the name of God and/or government. You can't steal by vote . . . unless you're a Gypsy.

Once upon a time it was against the LAW to free Negroes; women weren't allowed to vote; interracial couples were jailed unless the lynch mob got'em; abortions were done in back alleys; people couldn't practice certain religions . . . particularly NO religion at all. It is no more a criminal act to sell Marihuana now as it was to sell booze decades ago. This is why laws need to be out of the reach of a political process, because politicians seek to rally a majority to deny minorities their liberties rather than support them. Prohibition is oppression---not only for the individual, but for our society entire.

When the moron majority voted in Prohibition back in 1921, they voted out trillions of tax dollars, which bankrupted the government and created a slush fund for organized crime, enfranchising them into the richest most powerful industry in the world inside a decade. Citizens went insane or blind or died off the unregulated hooch. Innocent citizens were taken out in drive-by shootings and speakeasy bombings. This dramatic loss of wealth sent the nation spiraling down a decade-long Depression that saw 1 in 3 Americans out of work . . . the chaos was merely a prelude to disaster.

Because we were so broke in the early 1930s, we could not respond when Chancellor Hitler began rearming Germany in violation of the Versailles Treaty. We were helpless to intervene when he began his blitzkrieg across allied European nations. By the time we exorcised this madman after a dozen years of tyranny and genocide, 20 million were dead-20 million were living in ruins.

Sound familiar? It should, because here we are again---a fortune in taxes going up in smoke on America's leading crop, while the economy suffers. Not only do we have to deal with the direct loss of revenue, but it is exponentially compounded by the fortune we spend to keep this plant illegal. Politicians call for more taxes for more law enforcement then spend 2/3 of it to fight vice crimes---the war to keep us from getting high and laid is unworthy of our land of liberty and puts 100 million lives at risk every sundown.

Do we really need multimillion dollar copper choppers in the air wasting all this high tech police intervention searching for Cannabis? How are we protected or served by this fruitless endeavor? Are we any safer in our communities when they find a dope field? Do people take the bars off their windows when the cops bust a dope house?

The one constant in the universe is the communal stupidity of mankind . . . it has been passed down in tact through time and across cultures. The more people weigh in on an issue the less chance we have of finding the correct outcome. To date, 99.9-plus percent of the world has been philosophically wrong 100 percent of the time about every single solitary issue, aspect and outlook. It has always been the thinking of the few---often THE ONE--- that epically propels the world forward in spite of the pedantic masses. After one of my prolific pontifications that ignores tradition and and eschews convention, I have often been derisively asked: "So you think you're right and everyone else is wrong?" That lets me know I'm on the right track.

Many knew the Earth was round and moved, in spite of the Biblical assertions to the contrary, but ONE visionary scientist had the courage to stand before The Inquisition and face the consequences for expounding a truth the masses could not conceive . . . a declaration that cost him his freedom. Now, every five year old knows what Galileo knew.

ONE unassuming teacher in Dayton, Tennessee dared to break the law by teaching evolution instead of creationism and his arrest launched the "Scopes Monkey Trial" of the century. Now schools may no longer teach creationism dogma because of John Scopes. Often you need not be brilliant or articulate to conjure waves of change---usually it is a matter of finding the courage to speak what a mass minority feel, but fear proclaiming publicly out of a sense of what others may think of them or what they would have to suffer.

I have been publicly vilified for being a Pot Head by people on drugs; by people who have smoked Pot with me or have asked me to get Pot for them. This is why hypocrisy is the one unforgivable sin, because you cannot atone for selling out others to hide your base desires.

We take pride in seeming socially moral, which creates the immorality of laws. People go to church, court, the PTA and decry the use of Marihuana and act as if it is a scourge then go home and hide under the covers taking bong loads. They denounce Pot as if it were a drug then go home and swallow a cornucopia of narcotics which they rationalize with a prescription . . . the way ELVIS did till he dropped dead on the toilet from a decade of prescription drug abuse. No one has ever died of a Marihuana overdose . . . if you could die that way, I'd be long gone.

People don't stagger out to their cars on Weed-they don't commit crimes to get their dope sack-they don't hook their bodies to feed their jones-you don't call off from work because you're too stoned-we don't have to go get our stomachs pumped after a night of heavy toking. How many people have ever been killed in Marihuana-related accidents? Far less than will die from drugs and alcohol today alone . . . then there's all those innocent victims.

Marihuana is NOT a controlled substance; hemp is a naturally growing herb. When we destroy hemp fields we attack the eco structure of the planet. The government is out of control---yet again---disregarding humanity and ecology in the name of self righteousness. The government has lost sight of reality to focus on a crusade that they don't believe in but enforce out of a misguided sense of national morality . . . thus every crusade ever launched.

Once politicized, Marihuana ceases to be a jovial bud and becomes an insidious gateway drug that leads to heroin; rather than being regarded as a harmless vice in its own right, it is mentioned in the same breath with dangerous narcotics. If you smoke Pot, you support the drug cartels. Being a Pot advocate is to condone the failing youth of America. In spite of the intellectualism that surrounds Pot smoking sessions, Pot Heads are depicted as spaced out zombies who can barely mumble incoherently . . . as if we were on Loritabs or Zanex or Oxycotten.

Even though God gave Christians dominion over all the seed bearing plants right in Chapter One of The Bible, Christians demand Marihuana be kept illegal in the name of God---the guy who invented the stuff in the first place! Where in The Bible does your Jesus say: "Thou shalt not smoke Marihuana? Hebrew Rabbis have been smoking hemp and reading the Torah for millennia by faith, so Jesus would've been toking up with the rest of them.

Righteous cops will look the other way or throw out your stash without busting you, out of their own sense of integrity---they signed up to fight crime and bust criminals, so they feel demeaned hassling good people for an innocuous herb . . . and well they should. But police never look the other way for murderers, rapists and thieves . . . they don't take graft for crimes; only for broken laws.

Even responsible doctors now tell their pregnant patients to give up cigarettes and cut back on Marihuana. There is no study that shows smoking Marihuana in any way harms a fetus. We have even dispelled the myth that Marihuna kills billions of brain cells. It's a bad rap all around. Marihuana is like the friendly dolphin caught in the tuna net.

When will the government learn its lessons from the mistakes of the past? Now that booze is legal, the Jack Daniels family doesn't put out a hit on the Jim Beam family to cut into their sales. I don't have the Budweiser people threaten me if I buy Miller products at my nite club. If all drugs were legal, gangbangers would be out of business tomorrow. We would take away the option from a teen to go deal drugs rather than getting an education. Most telling, is that these drug cartels and gangbangers don't want drugs to be legal either . . . when your enemy supports your position, you are the enemy within!

Our government is charged with protecting us from others---not from ourselves. After a hard day giving our blood, sweat, tears and taxes to this government we should be able to pleasure ourselves in the way of our choosing without government intervention . . . unless someone else's good time endangers another against their will then send in the troops and take no prisoners.

I had hoped that our crack-smoking/down-low president would stop the madness, but he wants to lend himself to the moral hypocrisy that bankrupts America; his Victorian stance leaves us vulnerable around the world and unprotected on our streets . . . he's not a man of great moral conscience but he plays one on T.V.; he is clueless about executive authority, but he did stay at the White House last night. Always remember that it is immoral to criminalize immorality.

The only thing more precious to me than my own personal freedom is your personal freedom. Perhaps because I do not worship some mytho-God-thing, my love of Americanism is zealous and I will fight any enemy of the state that threatens to renege on the guarantee of liberty our forefathers pledged to us . . . even if the state is that enemy.

As it was in Vietnam, and now in the Middle East, and next in Mexico onto South America over the trafficking of drugs to eager American customers, we are creating enemies and taking lives to spread our version of freedom by Democracy, which is loaded with legislated values, morals, idealism and religion. If you do not accept our version of freedom your access to freedom is denied.

You see, freedom is a zero sum game---we either have it all or we have none at all. We cannot take pride that we have more freedom than oppressive dictatorships---freedom is not graded on the curve. Our false sense of freedom stems from our right to vote on the ways of our society . . . yet it is that very vote that robs of our right to choose, our right to consent and even our right to dissent.

Until we learn to support the rights of THE ONE then our democracy is nothing more than a dictatorship by consensus . . . we merely traded one monarch for a majority rule, yet the oppression is the same for those told that their freedom is being denied by the higher power of a mob.

Well, I am my own higher power; the ruler of the Isle of Me; a sovereign entity of ONE who cannot be usurped unless I invade the Isle of You. That is the American way---that is what the application of "Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness" was supposed to be . . . if it isn't hurting you then you are entitled to nothing more than voice your opinion. I have the right to be left alone to gather with my consenting adult comrades to smoke some fucking herb beyond any vote . . . if you cannot support that then you have no business calling yourself an "American" or claiming that we are a free nation . . . not when over 25 million people live one bust away from having their lives laid waste by the Weed Inquisition because they seek the euphoria that Marihuana brings. One of the great joys Mother Earth offers . . . and we thank her by partaking of her bountiful harvest.

At the writing of this, a quarter of a million people are incarcerated solely for Marihuana-related charges---their freedom stolen by the government charged with their protection . . . a million more will go through life with Marihuana-related charges hanging over them and impeding their every chance for advancement in a world that puts us in the same category and facilities with thieves, rapists, child molesters and murderers.

So we will see if one more body sacrificed to this siege will make any difference . . . MINE. I know 25 million souls will if they would just get on board. To quote Benjamin Franklin, when addressing the Continental Congress on the eve of the Revolutionary War: "We must certainly hang together or we shall certainly hang separately." So I will hang first and only hope that I don't twist in the wind alone . . . like Jesus, Socrates, Galileo and the Korean guy in front of the tank. I am content with this destiny. Sometimes you must sacrifice your freedom to protect your right to free will . . . or yours.

If you can't join me on the rack, then have the courage to support my quest for freedom by holding my coat . . . it's really not about the Pot. Remember when you were smoking Pot, and ask if you should've been incarcerated. If you are one of the dozen Americans left that hasn't tried Pot (there's actually one in this queue, but I adore her just the same) then think of someone you know who smokes Pot and decide if the world would be a better place with them behind bars. If President Obama had been popped as a teen crack head he wouldn't be president now.

As a philosopher, I pontificate that there is no value in seeking right and wrong concerning issues of personal choice---like art, opinions are subjective and cannot be subjugated. The onus of a philosopher is to discover what is true beyond opinion. And what is true about Marihuana is that it is a self contained personal choice that has no impact on society until citizens are falsely accused of committing a crime . . . . then all Hell on Earth breaks loose as innocent people are ruined.

So make sure you choose a side you're willing to die for, because this oppression is killing people from here to Columbia and their blood is on the hands of every upstanding American citizen who arrogantly believes they are exercising their rights when they vote to deny the rights of millions of their fellow citizens to do as they please to themselves and with consenting others. If my peaceful sacrifice of freedom doesn't tip the scales then I will go to Juarez Mexico and fight with the cartel against this barbaric Democratic regime that has the evil intent to legislate freedom at the point of a gun.

If you would like to join the struggle to support Marihuana without going to prison then just feed your Pot seeds to birds who will spread the herb everywhere they go . . . let's make Big Brother expend every resource and effort cleaning up bird crap.

So now we have 4-20 as our Holy High Day and on April 22 we worship the Earth, so next year let us declare April 21, 2010 as our first NATIONAL DAY OF CONSENT to fight for personal liberties by turning ourselves in for breaking the law of our choice while committing no crime or victimizing a soul. I'll smoke a joint at the precinct---hookers can walk the streets with a rate card around their necks and when the coppers roll up for the bust, the good Johns can step up and offer money. How many millions indulge in the hooker trade? Let's find out how many millions of citizens our government can criminalize at $40.000 per head. If we overwhelm them en masse we will force them to focus their resources solely on criminals and we will finally have a system of justice rather than a system of law that dispenses unilateral injustice. That's the America we've all been waiting for so now we must commit to thei social revolution so the dream comes true for the next generation . . . everafter.

Always remember to teach your children to Say "No!" to drugs----SMOKE POT!

EBONICS IS NOT A LANGUAGE!

&%*$@#*!

written by: THE KINGPIN THORNE PETERS

www.ThornePeters.com

“A man’s character can be learned from the adjectives he habitually uses in speech.”

—Mark Twain

My birthplace of Lynn, Massachusetts, has always been on the wrong side of the causeway. The working class stock there traces its heritage back to its heyday as the shoe repair capital of the nation, so our kind is not well regarded by the upper crust of Bostonian aristocracy. Lynn adopted the slogan: “The city by the sea”, but our neighbors along the North Shore aptly call it: “The city by the sewer” . . . they call it something much worse now that the place has been overrun by Puerto Ricans. Those of us from Lynn common have distinctly honed accents that are immediately identifiable to those from Boston proper, and they are not shy about correcting us or mimicking us . . . our dialect is far removed from the Back Bay brogue of the Kennedys. If you ever want to LYFAO, listen to a Bostonian tell a Lynnite: “You don’t drive a ‘caah’; you drive a ‘cah’.” Just because we mangle our R’s and A’s differently than the Harvard Yard crowd, we are dropped down the social register.
I moved away from Lynn when I was six years old, but I sure took my accent with me, which manifests itself when I’m around Eastcoasters or when I get emotional . . . after all these decades of working on my diction, I still have to consciously monitor my annunciation so I don’t sound like one of the High Rock Tower kids. Or in phonetic Lynnese: Hai Rawrk Towi keds.
When I moved to the waterfronts of East Boston, my rough dialect was accented by the raw profanity indigenous to the predominately Italian neighborhood, where adjectives and adverbs were narrowed down to tenses of the F-Word. The first people I heard spit out “motherfucker” were Italians—in our White world, Guineas served as Niggers. Being young, impressionable, and malleable I used emulation to seek acceptance, and swore like them to get along with them . . . but their ethnic hatred toward me was unrelenting no matter what I said or how I said it.
Many people feel it is hypocrisy to react with outrage when our kids use profanity, because it is inevitable that they will grow up and swear just like mommy and daddy does. But it is important to teach children how to speak properly so that they are able to decide how they want to represent themselves when they grow up . . . maybe they don’t want to sound like no ignoramus, but they haven’t developed a choice. As many doors are opened by a well placed word as are closed by saying the wrong word—especially a foul word that offends.
There is a correlation between speaking properly and acting appropriately. Actions like words must be taught and disciplined. When the little pickaninnies stand outside my window waiting for the bus at 7:30 a.m. hollering to each other, singing and chirping and shrieking spasmodically, it doesn’t occur to them that they are being rude because comportment is not one of their buzzwords. Kids will be kids, to be sure, but when asked to quiet down these little bruthaz and sistaz cuss you out. When you bring their actions to the attention of their parents, they stand up for the rude behavior of their kids as a cultural thang. When you take it to the management and the parents get threatened with eviction if they don’t control their kids, they become your enemy. The behavior of the child like the speech of the child must be monitored by the parent . . . preferably by a dad with a belt.
In a world where we are defined by our differences compared to the mainstream majority, next to our skin color, the way we speak is the most identifiable reason for acceptance or rejection—nothing tells the world who you are, where you’re from, what you’re about and where you’re headed as much as your choice of speech. How we communicate defines our chosen attitude. You can choose to sound like a thug or a scholar, regardless of your regional or cultural accent. You can use expletives or homilies to make your point, no matter where you come from. How we speak decides the level of respect we receive and from whom. If I want to impress you with my intellect, I will pontificate with purple prose and if I need to impress upon you that I’ve had enough of your friggen bullshit, I will use blue maledictions. I have an equal ability to espouse like a cunning linguist amongst the literati as I do to cuss like a longshoreman amongst the rabble. Don’t limit your speech to one sphere of influence.
Not every Brit is intelligent, but the sound of Queen’s English conjures the image of sophistication, just as a corn pone accent is known the world over as the sound of morons . . . below them is the ignorant sound of Negroes. All across the nation, Caucasians have a variety of accents—the Upper Peninsula people have a Canuck sound, the Mid Westerners have their particular drawl; each state of the South has their own twang, every borough in New York has distinct articulation, which is different from the other North Eastern states. Yet no matter where you go across this great land, the only dialect Negroes have mastered is country, which is the language of White trash in America . . . y’all remembers that now.
Even more problematic in our struggle to relate to the integrated Negro is that they are becoming ever more unintelligible with each generation, which only widens the racial divide. One night I’m at the club deejaying and a Black stripper comes up to me and introduces herself as, something like: “Burty”. So I repeat: “Berty; like short for Roberta?” She says: “No. It’s Buuurty.” I inquire: “Birdie; like a little Birdie?” And she responds: “Noooo! My name is Burrr-ty.” So I ask her to spell her name for me and she spells: B-E-A-U-T-Y, then says: “Burty”. Now the funniest part is that she goes over to one of the other dancing sistaz and says: “That deejay don’t know how to spell Burty.”
The school system is improperly labeled as a racist institution for emphasizing subjects like literature, math and science instead of subjects that are of interest to Blacks like cartoons, Hip Hop, gangs and fashions. Negro students are taught by their folks and peeps to reject White American history and White American literature and follow the party line of their race leaders. Each generation of Negro school kids in the Civil Rights era are provided with more reasons to fail than their predecessors and when we excuse failure we enable it. Because teachers no longer want to deal with the winless scenario of trying to educate Negroes, they leave them to their own devices, which guarantee their failure across the board and drives them further into the woodwork of their subculture looking for a venue to thrive in. If a teacher corrects the annunciation of a Black student, they could be suspended; if they recommend that a Black kid work on their stuttering problem, they will be chastised for racial insensitivity; if they suggest that a Negro with poor grades and low scores think about learning a trade, they will be branded a “bigot” and suspended or fired.
Of all the sorriest complaints by Negroes in the here and now, centuries removed from their last African ancestor, is their claim of being culturally annihilated because their native tongue was taken away and they were forced to learn the language of the White slave massah. The reason this is utter nonsense is that there are over two thousand indigenous languages to Africa and no more than a fifth of the country speak any one language. There are over one hundred official languages in Africa; in South Africa they managed to lower the total to eleven. English is the only official language that is imported, which means from Africa to America, through the English language, more Negroes are able to communicate with each other than at any time in the history of their culture . . . and communication paves the road to peace.
A massive failure to communicate tragically ended my union with Pastor Andre Guy, after a three year arc of co-starring on our radio show and joining to write our dichotomous compendium THE HIGHER GROUND. We were able to get past the Black & White thing; even the Pastor & the Atheist thing; but his unwillingness to work on his pronounced stammer and mispronounced articulation, put us at odds we could not overcome. Each week he would promise to work on his diction and by the following show he would arrive in a combative state, because he knew he hadn’t put forth the effort to change the results of his unintelligible performance. By the time we got to our book signing at Barnes & Noble, he was so overwhelmed by the surroundings and embarrassed by his speech, he spoke in an inaudible, hoarse whisper while sweating profusely. After I spent fourteen months toiling away to write our book, he crashed and burned on the launch pad and the week after the book signing he quit the show, which ended our promotion of the book . . . all because he would not W-O-R-K to improve the condition of his speech.
Caucasians constantly focus on the way that Negroes disarticulate the English language, yet White folks have plenty of diction issues, particularly below the Mason Dixon line. Most every region mangles the use of “th”. Negroes habitually say: “Birfday” and “Bafroom”; Texans say: “Gis and Gat”; Easterners say: “Dese, dem and dose”. But Negroes have so many impediments simultaneously working against them that it is physically painful to listen to most of them for any length of time. It’s like calling some Hindu when you’re trying to get your computer fixed and you don’t know a lot about computers, so the terminology is difficult and when it is compounded by a person speaking some form of hybrid English with a queer accent it makes you want to rip your phone out of the wall while cursing them for their fork tongue.
Though the mistakes Negroes make are common to us all, the difference is that White children are taught to stop making those mistakes. My daughter said: “Bafroom”, but I painstakingly corrected her. She had that same ignorant habit, as do most children, of talking loud when they get carried away, but we correct these habits in our children by pointing out that they are low class. I can remember being corrected for saying: “You know?” after every sentence. “No I don’t know or you wouldn’t be telling me” the adults would reply until I quit saying it. Now the uneducated conclude each sentence with: “and shit”.
These persistent gaffes create another strain of racial tension for us to deal with, because grown ups don’t like to be corrected and Negroes are by-and-large a race of little kids that you have to constantly instruct, so something’s gotta give. “Don’t say ‘bafroom’, say ‘bathroom’.” “Don’t talk at the top of your lungs to the person sitting next to you, because it is rude.” “Don’t walk around holding your penis, because it’s disgusting.” These mistakes, indigenous to children, will permeate in adults if not corrected. Unfortunately, telling a Negro that they are acting rude or that they are incorrect or improper is the same as calling them a Nigger in their book, so these poor traits are nurtured until they become second nature.
Here in Memphis, they have a Memphis in May fair that brings in businesses from around the country to set up vending booths. One lady from Wisconsin was working a booth and stood their stumped while a group of Negroes were placing their order and trying to small talk with her. They were friendly and animated, as they yakked on, in their usual loud tone, but she was visibly nerve wracked because they were obviously asking her about something and expecting an answer and all she could do was have them repeat themselves, slower each time, which was grating to all parties. After a moment of enjoying her predicament, I went over and began translating for her, like Harriet Nelson in Airplane. When they left, she breathed a sigh of relief and asked me what language they were speaking. She didn’t even recognize it as English; she thought it might be Creole . . . I told her it was Memphrican.
Her encounter illustrates how disconcerting it is to have a conversation with an unintelligible person. I watched her placid, pleasant features screw into frustration as her brow furrowed and her eyes darted around looking for relief. It was only her sense of manners that prevented her from turning her back and ignoring them, which is not the attitude of a person in business hoping for customers. But she would rather lose business than do business with them, because dealing with them was unbearable. The more she asked them to repeat what they were saying, the more they copped an attitude when repeating it, which really set her jaw. It was clear they picked up on her apprehension; they cast furtive glares back at her as they walked away mumbling and shaking their heads, no doubt allowing themselves to believe she was some uptight racist bitch. In part they were correct, because she saw that they were growing agitated with her and she grew nervous that she would find herself in the center of an angry mob— we just never know what’s going to incite them to riot and that kind of fear is the seed for racial hatred . . . all because Negroes mush mouth their way through the English language as part of some misguided Civil Rights agenda.
In part, their inability to enunciate is cultural. They generally do not make sounds that require them to use their tongues, because it is considered sissified—an opinion they maintain during foreplay. So instead of saying: “Children” they say: “Chiddren” . . . and if there’s more than one . . . “Chiddrens”. Many of the African dialects have a repetitive B or W sound at the beginning of a word, so they naturally stutter on that sound, particularly when it is at the beginning of the word. Also, they’re practically natural born ventriloquists, because they hardly move their mouths while speaking. Their language is designed to be projected over their shrieking counterparts or opponents, so the sounds of their languages are quick and guttural—it’s not what you say, it’s how loud and long you say it that wins arguments in their world, as theirs is not a cultural built on subtleties of word or deed . . . much the way our Senate operates.
African culture is not interested in literature by heredity; Africans never even invented a written language. So when they are obligated by Caucasian sensibilities to go to school and learn their Three-R’s, it goes against their grain on a deeply subconscious level that manifests in defiance—Negroes treat education as if it were brainwashing. When they do poorly in school, overall, they feel as if they’ve been set up for failure and it gives them the fuel to complain that they are being forced to live in the White world against their nature. Thus, Negroes that place a premium on education and articulation are tagged by the hoodrats for selling out their race to conform to the White man’s image of a Black man. Blacktivist politrickans are the first to defend a Negro’s right to be ignorant, unintelligible and uneducated, because it makes them easier to exploit and manipulate.
While managing a collection agency in the ‘80s, a rough looking young Black dude came in for a job. Now collection agencies will hire any warm body that passes for a knockoff yuppie and can read the spiel. He was dressed in cords and sneakers and didn’t think to wear a tie to a job interview in an office. When it came time to read the talk-off sheet, it was a Negro cliché—he drawled and stammered through these basic words and sounded them out as if they were written in a foreign language. Even when expressing himself, he was unintelligible to the other managers who had never been to jail and couldn’t guess at the words he was trying to say.
Rather then giving him a smile and a black slap, while delivering the old brush off line: “We’ll be in touch”, I mistakenly tried to help this individual by critiquing his presentation and offering him some valuable advice to prepare for his next job interview. I told him to wear a pair of slacks and a tie and I told him to work on his verbalization skills by reading out loud every day. He responded by calling me a: “stone cold racist” and informed me that he didn’t need to talk like no “motherfucking Whiteboy” to get some “punk ass job”. Then he looked at the half dozen Black collectors that had the qualifications to work there and concluded that we had filled our quota of: “House Niggaz”.
He came in with a piss poor attitude like he was expecting not to be hired, because he knew he didn’t have the qualifications, so his obvious limitations made him compensate by adopting an offensive demeanor. He walked away feeling as if he was a victim of racial discrimination and no doubt used this moment as justification for a life of crime . . . when asked on death row why he done killted them peoples for they car, he tolted them it was because some blue-eyed, Jew slave master wouldn’t let him speak Ebonics in the big office and so he was forced to commit crimes to avoid honorably performing manual labor.
Because instances like this occur so frequently when dealing with Negroes, we don’t say: “Screw that Nigger!” We say: “Screw those Niggers!” This is because Negroes represent a collective mindset. I’m sure when he told the tribe how Whitey done kept him down, his peeps rallied in support of his outrage against Honkies and used his example as an excuse not to bother . . . if Whites are going to keep demanding articulation, education and qualifications in order to hire and promote, a Negro doesn’t stand a chance unless he spends his free time studying instead of hanging. C’mon People! Everyone needs to learn elocution and articulation to have a chance. Many people mistake articulation for education. There are many well spoken idiots out there. (See television anchorpersons for an example.) But people who sound uneducated are always uneducated, because they don’t know no better.
Every culture on Earth has a manner of speech, a natural cadence to their utterances, an emotional expression, a genetic tone, and a great desire to communicate. In order to speak English or, more to the point, American, we have to overcome centuries, maybe millenniums, of verbal heredity to converse in our national language correctly in our own way. Every era adds its own style, by reworking the meaning of words and twisting phrases. Culturally, there are sayings that define their people and their place and their outlook. Because of the ethnic diversity of this land, many accents have formed that are native to their region. But we all must meet on a common ground to fundamentally learn the English language in the classroom. A preposition is a preposition for Black kids in Harlem, White kids in Massachusetts, Hispanics kids in Texas, Asians kids in California, and every other mix or group of those who live in the good old U.S.A., from the mountains to the valleys to the deserts to the ghettos to the suburbs, from sea to shining sea. We must see to it that our language is enforced as the law of the land, by grading children on their ability to read, write and speak English. “Aksted” is not a word, no matter what color you are or what city you’re in.
Naturally Negroes have to make the language issue about race instead of country and demand that Ebony Phonics be accepted as their cultural language in school, court, college and society. Now you can be bilingual, if you learn to speak Ebonics; trilingual if you also can master Pig Latin. Soon there will be Ebonics 101 courses in college and Caucasians will learn it so we can work as interpreters. When you call municipalities, utilities, companies, banks and pizza delivery they want a “Press fo’ fo’ Ebonics” option. This is just another way that Negroes organize their failure. Mispronouncing words and using improper tenses and applying incorrect syntax and making grammatical errors common to six year olds and factoring in speech impediments, does not a language make.
The Doctor Doolittle mentality is not working. We must preserve the English language in America and insist that our citizens learn the language of our land as a matter of national security. Throughout Europe, which is Caucasian from Spain to Russia, there are thousands of languages that have divided that land and kept miscommunication at a fever pitch—how many people stood shouting at the jabbering infidels who took their cries as fighting words and lit the torch of war? The English language is the unbreakable bond that unites these territories we think of as states, so we must work to secure our language as an instrument of peace for future generations. We cannot allow language to reshape the borders of this nation, by accepting old-country languages as regional dialects. The first thing our Caucasian ancestors did when they got off the boat was learn how to speak English—even the Irish! We must enforce this edict now; anyone who doesn’t want to subscribe to the English language should get on a boat and head for the land where they speak your language of choice.

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“A man does not invoke the name of his father unless it is to excuse some wickedness

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In the 1970s, the inner city became the cause of the nuevo riche liberals—it was their way of doing missionary work without leaving the comfort of their sophisticated inner circles . . . they would help downtown causes from uptown venues then retreat to their penthouses and manors, where layers of security and police insulated them from dealing face-to-face with the sort of people they were sponsoring. It was fashionable to host gala fund raisers where the gilded class could see and be seen by all the right people in their role as humanitarian. Since you never look richer than when you stoop to help a po’ Black child, the privileged class found their polar opposites to demonstrate how far removed they were from the human equation. Stars and conglomerates were humanized in the public eye by aligning themselves with the struggle of the American Negro . . . it also gave them a cover of goodness to cloak themselves in when they did something illegal or despicable.
Black sociology provided the upwardly mobile with an arena for political activism to show their audience that they were enlightened and powerful enough to weigh in and affect policy in this country like real-life American heroes, riding to the rescue of the helpless with their checkbooks blazing. These Negropaloosas were coveted A-List events that rallied celebrities to stand in the glare to draw in big money star chasers who would pay a fortune for a rubber chicken dinner if it meant getting a grip and grin photo op with a big name . . . and also to help out the poor with a sizable, tax deductible donation.
Where the stars go, the media follows so an unnatural spotlight shone on the down and out, giving losers the proverbial fifteen minutes of fame for being abject failures. Since the socially elite made inner city causes a happening, those from a lesser ilk of wealth, fame and influence gathered in chintzier surroundings to raise healthy donations to help cure the Black pandemic and raise their Q-rating with the influential people they wanted to impress, hoping to buy their way up to the top functions with the biggest stars. In this climate, a person or group could achieve a higher class by the size of their contribution to Negroes, so African-American programs became the theme parties for Yuppies (Young Urban Professionals). It was a matter of keeping up with the Jones’; giving their all to Blacks provided the distinction of being anointed philanthropists.
To put a face on the largess and humanize the moment, the party organizers would reach into the morass of the slums and pluck out downtrodden examples of Black humanity to parade before the omnipotent assembly, so they could tell their stories about living in rat infested hovels, where filth and crime was overwhelming; theirs was a world of poverty and violence; they were bastard children without a father whose mothers were on drugs and Welfare; they lived a lifestyle of prostitution and drugs and crime to endure their sorry existence and the only chance that they had of being saved was if the White world delivered them from Negro life. The high and mighty would emotionally rise to shower the poor unfortunates with applause for being brave enough to suffer living with Negroes then patted themselves on the back for being concerned citizens.
At these events, rhetoric and hypocrisy reached new highs in lows, as ultra liberals with megabucks parroted the buzzwords of the cause to show how connected they were to the street scene. It was easy for them to institute busing in public schools, because their kids went to restricted private schools; they voted for fair housing in working and middle class communities, while their neighborhoods remained exclusively Protestant White by gentleman’s agreement . . . progress was to be the burden of the little people and their rich donations and broad legislation assured that the Negroes would not advance into their realm.
Those in power that seek to portray Negroes as barbaric refugees, promoted these programs and hosted these events and sponsored these bills, to erase any doubt of the comparable equality of Negroes to Caucasians—you never look more pitiful than when you’re begging for food and pity does not beget respect. While the handful of Blacktivists tried to perpetrate their fraud that Negroes were capable of running their own race, we had the testimony of millions of Black constituents confessing that they weren’t in order to get assistance from Whites . . . they sold out their race for the price of a samich.
After the flashbulbs died down and the work got under way on all this urban renewal, suddenly the target price wasn’t enough to get the job done and the fleecing began. Because of their collectively high profile, the do-gooders were on the hook to get the funds on time for the big ribbon cutting ceremony, or they’d have egg on their faces, so they had to use back door channels to get more and more money, to make sure that the gymnasium got finished, the park opened, the youth center got built, the books were delivered, and the food bank was stocked. It was all about “Puttin’ the roof on the church”.
Once up and running, the projects immediately began to flounder and needed an immediate infusion of money to keep going, which had to be done in order to perpetuate the notion that their charity was a success, and to prove the sincerity of the sponsors to committing to the outcome. Then funds were unaccounted for and past due notices were hitting the desks of these co-signers, and repossessions, foreclosures and bankruptcies were imminent if not for another butload of cash money. Then it turned out that the leaders of the rainbow caucuses were pocketing the money and setting up slush funds, and the intended demographic was not being serviced . . . what a shock. All of this threatened to make the impresarios look foolish, uncommitted or corrupt, so more money was thrown into damage control and lawyers to sort it all out and the cause they were championing was left in the dust.
By associating their wealth and/or celebrity with these allegedly charitable programs, they were identified with them and the successes and failures reflected on them. So when the children from a lesser hood needed books, or clothing, or shoes, or food the pastors came-a-calling for them to keep up their obligation; when members of the congregation were imprisoned, or homeless, or contracted a sexually transmitted disease, or got knocked up as teens, or murdered, the pastors reached out to their star association for support and a platform to bitch on. When they felt like their neighborhoods were targeted by police, just because so many crimes take place there, they wanted their star dog to get out there and woof against the system for them. The big dollars no sense crowd ended up being accomplices after the fact to the bedlam, because they had to join in the spin control to save their reputations.
The great Negro cause allowed liberal mugwumps and cult rabblerousers a forum to take the government to task for not doing even more than their fair share for the Urbanites in the ghettos and they shamed the wealthy Whites into making Negroes the great American cause with talk of slavery and Jim Crow imagery. It provided an endless agenda, because no matter how much the government and the private sector do for Negroes today, they have to do it all again tomorrow.
These rallies for Blacks were steeped in anti-American dogma and racial hatred toward the White race. It wasn’t enough that Negroes had the right to denigrate Caucasians and disparage the government, Whites were denied the right to ignore them and disagree with them. Since race issues and topics make for great sound bites, every politician had to be clear exactly what they were going to do for Black causes and how much they were going to give Black people. In this climate, no one was allowed to do one goddamn thing for the working White American Male unless they wanted to be boycotted and censured.
Not only did Ebonics make its way into the lexicon, we had to learn the jive spoken by Black politrickans. When Negroes say that we have to look to the future, they mean we must overlook their behavior and performance now; when they say that there needs to be change, it means that Whites need to give them more money. They don’t want to discuss the causes of racial divides, they want to enter their laundry list of complaints into the record and if we respond by filling out their wish list with positive actions that Negroes must take to affect these changes they sail into racist rhetoric and start crying a river to get more free money . . . Negroes have narrowed the definition of “opportunity” to mean being able to abandon their culture and their neighborhood.
To keep up appearances, the Blactivists talk about Blacks getting jobs and getting an education and raising their children and not being thugs, but the Coloreds know that this is just to get Whites to fall for their rap; to them, it is like a commercial break, so they can go make a snack while they wait for the blame game to begin and start whining for handouts.
The only reason that Big White Brother allows these Black interest groups saturation access to the mainstream, is so that they can make Negro platforms and platitudes look foolish; when these self anointed race leaders stutter and babble on about slavery and reparations then blame Whitey for the sorry ass condition of their shitty cities, they’re making the point for us. Blacks only rally to ask for handouts and call for boycotts; they never call a press conference to announce what they intend to do to serve their communities as productive peaceful citizens, by bringing commerce or offering labor and choosing to network within their own culture. This is precisely why the most militant Negro messages are given a full airing . . . it allows us to justify our terror of the Negro race and view them as an urban insurrection.
By the mid-’90s, the well ran dry and there were no more buckets of ducats for the American Negro. It took the Caucasian consensus a quarter of a century to realize that no matter how much they poured into Negro causes and people, there would never be a solution to their problems; there would never be a victory—just small moral battles fought to a draw at great cost in money and blood, while their street-by-street gang wars decimated our nation. Because the Negro masses distanced themselves from any semblance of gratitude for all they had received and chose instead to embrace the thug life and make heroes out of criminals and enemies out of corporate America, the uber class was turned off to their culture and withdrew their support for their own credibility. Post O.J., it was considered heresy for Caucasians to fund Negro causes and support Negro legislation, so Caucasian activists campaigned against propositions that sent Negroes to college to learn how to read, or hired and promoted them in spite of their lack of qualifications.
But the rich and famous could not abandon their position as philanthropists, and since they were constrained to giveaway ten percent of their income for charitable tax purposes they had to get some publicity and kudos for it, so they needed to find an outlet and that’s when they went offshore to help the starving Third World living in jungles and deserts . . . they were still dark people, so they were qualified to continue on in their role as pseudo-humanitarians.
The commercial Negroes of Generation X could not align themselves with inner city causes after Whitey bailed, because you never look blacker than when you stoop to help a Nigger and the last thing sponsors wanted was to highlight their black skin. During Civil Rights, the ghetto was equated with poverty; with Uncivil Rights in full force, the inner city means gangbangers. So helping their own kind a world away allowed them to hobnob with White power and avoid rolling around in the gutter with lowly Blacks—they were doing their part for the struggle without supporting thugs, which meant more Negroes were going to go bad without a cash intervention of White greenbacks.
Most appealing to all affluent parties is that they could feed a mud hut village for a year on what it took to support a family in the ghetto for a month. For the price of a wing in an American hospital, they could build a hospital in their name out in the bush. The city Negroes want good food, sharp clothing, a styling car, a fine home, modern schools and some bling, for which they will gladly shit in our hands and steal our wallets as repayment for slavery. On the bottom of the planet, those Negroes want a bowl of mush and a blanket, for which they will gladly kiss our feet and sob out our names with gratitude. However, in neither case do these Negroes ever spontaneously offer to work for their next installment . . . this recurring facet of Negroism illustrates that there are no degrees of separation for Negro failure, according to nature or nurture or location, and explains why their homeland is the most undeveloped nation on Earth, despite having the richest resources and their neighborhoods are the most crime ridden communities in America, despite receiving trillions is set-asides.
Even with all that has been done by Caucasians for Negroes, throughout the Twentieth Century—willingly through charitable fund rasiers and unwillingly through stifling tax increases to support Negroes and defend us against them—Caucasians are charged with not doing enough to help Negro causes because they are still failing miserably . . . this is what is known as “circular reasoning” and it always leads nowhere. See, the White pledge was to HELP Negro causes, not for us to live as indentured servants to Negro causes; not to subject our culture to theirs, so they could stand on our heads to make progress. Helping you with your homework doesn’t mean doing your homework and mine, while you smoke a blount and knock back a forty ouncer at the park.
Out of White guilt and Black justice, we atoned for our forebears, of our own character and accord, to take up the plight of the Negro as a national issue and we made unbelievable strides considering what we had to work with. What derailed the progress, was that Negroes did not lift a finger to aid us in our life and death struggle to help them—instead they curl their finger around the trigger and blow life away for everyone. We bring about urban renewal and they break out the spray paint; we build parks in their neighborhoods and they make them unsafe for children to play in; we build community centers and the gangs take them over as headquarters; we bus them to schools in suburban areas and they skip school to rob and carjack and burglarize.
Let’s say I take a million dollars and give it to an urban charity. Who is running that charity; some guy with a brougham and expensive clothes and a big office in Da Hood? How much of that mil is getting to the brothers of the struggle? A lot could get accomplished with that kind of money—computers for a couple of thousand kids; a special education center, to give them the additional tutoring they need and address their recurring, various impairments and impediments; a recreation center, to get them off the streets, and other places and things that would have a lasting impact on the destiny of the Negro. But since Negroes can’t sustain the basic elements of life, a million bucks goes to cheese for a million Negroes and they’re hungry later on that day, so there is nothing to show for our efforts . . . everything with them goes right in their mouths and comes straight out there asses, so they live life with their empty hands outstretched for more. After trillions of dollars of handouts and five decades of wet nursing, the Negro race is economically worse off then they were before Civil Rights, when they were forced to do for themselves and network with their own or perish, because Whites wanted no part of them.
If Caucasians had seen some positive results for their investment, they would have continued their support. But when the funders hear about the murder-robbery in the park they sponsored or that the monies they’ve raised are being misappropriated or that these baby mamas sold off the free computers for some crack, they distance themselves from the negativity and when that happens Negroes become venomous over being abandoned by Caucasians, as if we do not have a choice whether or not we want to dedicate our personal resources and efforts to enfranchising Negroes. Even worse than believing they’re owed something for nothing from Whites, they believe they’re under no obligation to show gratitude when we help them, which guarantees they’ve got nothing coming from us no more.
Wouldn’t it be great, just once, if Oprah and Robert Johnson and all the M.J.s, and A-Rod and Shaq, and Snoop Dog, and JET Magazine, and B.E.T. and the N.A.A.C.P. gathered for a single night in the Appalachian Mountains to raise money for the generationally impoverished Whites living there, just to give a little something back to the hand that feeds their people? Until Negroes learn to do for others, they will rightfully be regarded as unworthy bottom feeders who contribute nothing to the world—and who would want someone like that as a neighbor?

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“All animals are equal; but some animals are more equal than others.”—George Orwell

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In 1964, the first wave of stock Ford Mustangs rolled off the assembly line with equal value to each other. Oh there might be some consumer preference to color, but their worth on the market was identical, since their individual abilities were undetermined. As with all things born of nature and man, some Mustangs performed better than others, some were lemons, some were champs, but their blue book listing on the market was equal, regardless of the background or the location of the owner.
Now we skip ahead these many decades and two people have their 1964 Ford Mustangs up for sale. One has been lovingly maintained in its original glory, and looks and rides as if it rolled off the showroom floor—maybe a little better; the other is a dilapidated, rusting, shredded, battered hefty hunk of steamy junk. So the conscientious person that poured his heart and soul into his vehicular masterpiece rightfully receives top dollar and the lazy bastard that let his legendary piece of automotive wonder decay into ruination is offered the salvage value for the scrap metal.
If his offense to car collectors everywhere wasn’t bad enough, this charlatan begins making an ugly scene by screaming that he has been financially discriminated against just because his car has gone to rot then incites other owners of worthless Mustangs to join him in starting a riot against the establishment. Once gathered, they threaten to destroy the valued Mustangs and warn that any who get in the way of their convoluted justice will be summarily stomped.
The bidders point out that the dollar figures offered have nothing to do with equality; each vehicle is judged solely on its value. But the angry mob only wants to hear that they will be given the same price across the board, regardless of the condition and performance of their cars and they drown out the money men by chanting: “A Mustang is a Mustang!”
The beauty of a ridiculous argument is that it is not bound by reason, so the person who is being reasonable is already at a disadvantage before the negotiations begin. A person or group know that if they march and stomp and yell loud enough for long enough they’re going to get something for their nuisance value . . . I call it: “Crib Mentality”.
So, when owners of crappy cars find out where there is an auction for classic cars, they show up as an unruly mob to demand equal payment and settle for hush money to go away. By uniting to commit mayhem, which would cost the big shots their shirts if their cars, businesses and persons are attacked, they get a shakedown price for their bucket of bolts . . . like one of our government “No work and pay or else!” institutions, set up for those who would rather wage war on society than hold down gainful employment.
Once organized, the rabble riders mobilize to set up I.S.O.A. (International Shitty Owners of Automobiles) to deal directly with the industry plutocrats, so they get paid a commission off the top for keeping the hooptie owners away from their auctions. Now the bottom feeders are making money off the sales of mint vehicles without the niggling investment of actually working and saving to buy a quality car then doing all those pesky chores and taking on the recurring expenses required to maintain it in top condition. Imagine having unions set up that were based on extorting protection money from legitimate businesses they do not work for or supply anything to by using threats of boycotts and riots and drive-bys and firebombs as their negotiating tactic.
To compensate, the owners have to drive up the prices to offset the cost of blackmail that is tacked onto every sale, which impedes the market and reduces profits which lead to cutbacks of working personnel in the industry in order to provide for the parasites threatening their way of life.
It’s interesting how we can learn so much about humanity by studying the way we interact over inanimate objects. The value of an item or a person or a community or a culture is determined by how hard the owner works to maintain it. A Yugo can be worth more than a vintage auto, if the Yugo is well cared for and the classic car is left to rot on the side of the road. If you don’t treasure your possessions enough to care for them then no one else will place a high value on them . . . this is also true for people, neighborhoods and cultures.
In three wars during the Twentieth Century, Americans fought against Asian nations, often to protect other Asians, and also to preserve their resources for our country. From up close, we saw how little value they placed on life—from their ritual suicides, to Kamikaze pilots, to seeing fathers send their daughters into minefields to make sure it was safe for the cow, or booby trapping their kids for G.I.s, or crushing a newborn daughter’s skull on the rocks because they didn’t want a girl, or outright selling their little girls into prostitution, their treatment of their own devalued their race completely. So there is no argument to support this liberal notion that their lives have equal value to our lives, simply because we place so much more value on our lives and our children’s lives. It is not our racism against them that leads us to draw this conclusion; it is their barbarity against their own that tips the scales. While extremists go on suicide missions against us, our military preaches the motto: “Let the other guy die for his country; you live for yours!”
So if we hear on the news that ten thousand people perished in an earthquake, our hearts sink with fear that California may be finally slipping into the ocean and many of our favorite stars are buried under the rubble. How relieved we are when we find out that it happened in some inconsequential Third World where only mud people were lost.
We do not value a culture that doesn’t work to develop their resources; we cannot respect a people that devote their energies to painting their faces and howling around the fire to spirits instead of building their nation; we have no reverence for lives that are sacrificed to cultural or religious rituals. More to the point, we do not want them cultivating their primitive ways on American soil and bilking the system to support them in the squalor of their heritage.
Now we can debate politics and religion in theory all you wish, but their applications are not optional. In America, we do not allow fathers to cut the genitals out of their daughters to keep them from being whores, just because it is part of their cultural religious practice; we do not allow females to be kept out of school, because of a religious cultural belief that women should not be allowed access to the mainstream; we do not allow children to be sold into marriages because of cultural religious traditions; we do not condone Queers, Adulterers and scientists being tortured and executed to fulfill God’s Master Plan according to Judeo-Christian-Muslim dogma . . . at least not anymore. Civilized people look upon practitioners of these ideologies as savages and thus we do not regard their culture or their lives with equal consideration . . . and rightfully so.
There are some cultures that shun personal hygiene and do not use deodorant and bathe too infrequently and we describe them as animals because they go around smelling like pits and ass—their very presence in our proximity is an offense and we naturally do all we can to distance ourselves from them and their community. I am not the one being rude when I tell someone that they stink to high Heaven; they’re the offending party. Now they can either snivel about it or they can go get busy in the shower on a daily basis . . . a little mouthwash would be nice, while they’re at it.
At the top of the bottom of the heap in every American category is the Negro race. Their ways rob us of our pride in our fellow Americans and in our great nation and we are justifiably disgusted by their habits; we are naturally outraged when they defend their low life mentality by labeling us as racists.
We cohabitate in this country a world apart; Negroes rue the Caucasian concepts of manners, order, comportment, civility, and decency so when asked to meet these rudimentary standards of behavior they feel stereotyped and annihilated. Ours is a world built on compromise, whereby we learn through mistakes and seek resolutions, and theirs is a world based on attrition, where the last man standing and screaming over his vanquished opponent wins. Since we will not change our position it is on them to change theirs to fit in and that’s when the struggle begins and ends, because we have offered all the compromises we can and there is still no resolution.
The short and the long of it is that Caucasians don’t like the way Negroes look, the way they walk, the way they talk, the way they act, the way they pray, the way they dress, the way they live, the way they think, or the way they smell, and they in turn feel as we do about them . . . not a lot to work with to build a lasting relationship; we would do well just to tolerate each other.
Too often we lose sight of the human equation, which is: “Whether one person or a billion persons face a problem the solutions are the same.”—The Kingpin Thorne Peters. Now if two people met and felt this way about each other, they would part company forever . . . even if it took a restraining order. So I guess there is only one thing left for us to do . . . break up. I mean just pack up yo’ shit and split before we get home from work—don’t call us and don’t stalk us, just accept that we’ve done all we can and it ain’t never gonna work between us, because we’ve got nothing in common. There ain’t no good guy; there ain’t no bad guy; there’s only you and me and we just disagree . . . OH-WO-WO!
All the domestic abuse and personal disrespect we’ve gouged each other with has scarred us and no counseling can get us past our embittered feelings that are barely beneath the surface when we see each other; there have been too many lies, too much cheating, and too many broken promises to ever be able to trust each other. Now it’s time to be mature enough to walk away without a violent scene, for our mutual good, and put this dark chapter in our lives behind us before it ends in a tragedy for all parties. The chemistry has always been bad and we all knew this relationship was doomed from the start, so let it go. I doubt we can even be friends, but we can get along when we see each other around, as long as y’all act right and accept that we can’t be more to each other because it don’t work.
Now, now; there’s no need to act like we’re sad to see this dysfunctional relationship end. We’ve never been anything more than a necessary evil to the other, and our interaction has always been volatile. When you’re in an abusive relationship with a person who is inconsiderate and uncaring and selfish, a person who believes that you are not worthy of them, a person who is cruel to you with purpose, a person that puts you down for fun, it’s time to ease on down the road. It’s a case of “no fault disillusion”, which means we walk away like grown ups with what we came into the relationship with and what we’ve earned since. We have produced no common heir so, if you get down to brass tacks, we could have the whole thing annulled, because this marriage between our races was never consummated.
Now on the surface, this should have been the end of it, because both sides have stipulated to their irreconcilable differences. But a funny thing happened to Caucasians on the way to the suburbs . . . the Negroes came crawling after us. So we gave up our neighborhoods again, in the separation settlement, so they could have their Negro community apart from us. We allowed our guilt for the actions of the less than five percent of our ancestors that owned slaves factor in and we graciously didn’t count the fact that Union Caucasians went to war against Confederate Caucasians to free Negro slaves, and that New Frontier Caucasians voted in The Great Society to secure equality for Twenty-First Century Negroes. We just gave them what they wanted so we could get on with our lives in peace and we rebuilt in a new location to finally put this dark chapter in our history to rest, so it would not be our future.
Yet in a decade they were back on the doorstep of White America with their empty hands outstretched begging for us to take them back and feed their empty mouths and provide them with a better life, even though they hated us more than ever. And so we again set them up then hit the road so Negroes could be the masters of their own destiny and build their own heritage and we could be at a safe distance to protect and preserve our way of life from them.
But here they are again, scratching at the back door, demanding a lion’s share of all that we have built, with nothing to show for all the hard work and free money we have provided on their behalf . . . without offering as little as a reach around for bare compensation.
We’re not evil people or even racists—we’re just Caucasians seeking to live in a Caucasian world the way every other race naturally wants to live within the traditions of their ancestral heritage, while taking pride for their cultural and familial contributions to the American way . . . that’s what makes America great!
In the last fifty years, the W.A.M., the White American Male, has done more in any one day for every other race, gender and country than has ever been done for us by any other race, gender or country in every day of those fifty years combined, yet we are told that it is not enough because of the one race of people on Earth that cannot maintain their ethnic community. Unlike every other human, we W.A.M.’s are insulted and assaulted and discredited if we try and preserve our racial identity or assert our masculinity, or exude success; we are not allowed to lobby for each other, unless we are willing to become skinheads. There can be no cause that focuses help, relief, consideration or rights on White people and our race is degenerating by the hour from lack of nurturing.
We may not care to live around people of a lesser ilk, but on a deeper level, Caucasians grudgingly respect these foreign cultures for being self sufficient, hardworking, and largely law-abiding; we appreciate that they take pride in family, education, community and industry, so we reluctantly share our American dream with them for our own benefit. We may not care about Mexicans, but we don’t mind them when they’re out there mowing our lawns in the hot summer sun. I’m no fan of Asians, but I love egg rolls. When the good Christians need the best legal representation money can buy, they go get one of them Christ-killing Zion dirty Kike Jewboys. Negroes have yet to discover what their purpose is and offer it to mankind and this is why they feel as if they are treated as unequally yolk in society . . . because they are.
We see Black children abandoned like an unwanted dog; we hear story after story of their miserable home lives; we listen to Negroes excuse crimes committed by Negroes even against their own; we are forced to deal with uneducated Negroes lobbying for their right to be uneducated; we witness little Black toddlers being cussed out by their momses like they were hookers holding out on their pimp, so we see no evidence of Negro equality . . . the only way we can view them as equals is to be charitable and overlook these recurring aspects of their culture, which robs them of the hope of ever being equal in society.
At this stage in their societal evolution, Negroes need not worry about being equal to Caucasians, because that just keeps them down and at odds with their own identity; they need to focus on being equal to the task of being Negroes and fulfilling their own destiny by setting forth standards and principles to live by. It’s not that Caucasians are more equal; it’s just that we have greater value, which only comes when you cherish your culture and treasure your community and invest in your future.
This book is my contribution to get Negroes started on the road to equality, which they will only find once they are ensconced amongst their own . . . so grab a copy and get to steppin’.

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WHY NEGROES ARE DOWN AND OUT

WHERE BE MINEZES?

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“The future will be shaped in the arena of human activity, by those
willing to commit their minds and bodies to the task.”

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On one of my radio shows, I closed by challenging listeners to provide evidence of one positive trait that Black society was known for and, of course, the Negroes responded by calling me names . . . the intellectual equivalent of monkeys shitting in their hands and throwing it on the walls when they get frustrated.
Predominately, when you think of Jews, you think of doctors and lawyers and accountants; when you think of White men, you think of college educated captains of industry, Internet moguls, and chairmen of boards; when you think of Arabs and Asians, you think of small businessmen; when you think of Hispanics, you think of hardworking laborers; whereas the Black man represents crime, violence, illiteracy, broken homes, abandoned bastard children, Welfare moms, drugs, gangs, and unemployment. From Africa to America, and all points in between, Black society is a stagnate culture that creates a clear and present danger to any who are ensnared within its borders . . . from the Hutus and the Tutsis to the Crips and the Bloods.
Rather than being ashamed of their dangerous and vile society, Negroes pride themselves on the decimation they create; their music, art and literature glorifies the violent Black man who lives life spewing profanity with his gun in one hand and his crotch in the other—the jobless, uneducated, dope-slinging, gangbanging Negro is their counterculture hero.
Everywhere Blacks congregate, decay and crime ensues, but the only way it is politically correct to address their problems is if we blame the White man for creating them. There is no place in the world where as few as ten thousand Blacks live that isn’t a crime infested ghetto . . . places where a hundred thousand Blacks or more live are urban war zones.
Negroes give the poor a bad name, by constantly linking poverty to criminal behavior. West Virginia is the poorest state in the union and suffers the least amount of crime . . . that's because the state is ninety-six percent Caucasian. Even being uneducated does not lead to a life of crime . . . I again use West Virginia as my example. It gives rise to a sad chuckle to note that among Caucasians, violent criminals are more-often born to working middle class, two-parent families.
People who rob for a living do so because they have no character, not because they're poor; they feel that it is beneath their dignity to ask for scraps to get by, so they jack people; they will not humble themselves by doing an honest day's work for a decent wage, so they steal. The peer pressure for them to be having thangs becomes sheer desperation in their realm. They are viewed with respect by their homeys for having the accouterments of Negro life; not for providing a stable home life for their family.
One primitive culture after another, rows onto American shores without a pot to piss in, unable to speak the language, and secures its destiny through hard work in a generation or two, while the American Negro continues to regress each day. Every single immigrant culture has had to endure cold shoulder racism and religionism from the White Anglo Saxon Protestant; many of these refugees lived in servitude under oppressive regimes, yet manage to make themselves useful and carve out a place for themselves in the great melting pot through the only four letter word Negroes avoid using . . . W-O-R-K!
Naturally Negroes blame Caucasians for the sorry overall condition of their race, because they have not discovered the maturity to take responsibility for their actions and inactions. Responsibility is something taught to us by our parents through words and deeds; we learn it from observing adults who act responsibly. But since responsible people are not held up as role models for Black children, they seldom grow up and find the integrity to admit that they are responsible for the direction of their lives . . . the quality of a culture is built or destroyed one member at a time.
Even when Caucasians cross color lines to adopt unwanted or neglected poor Black childrens, we are accused of annihilating their race. Agencies and organizations make it easier and quicker to adopt non White babies, which put the White kids at a disadvantage, but still Negroes claim they are being treated unfairly because of Caucasian intervention. They leave out the part where more Black babies would be adopted into Black homes, except Negroes don't adopt children . . . we can't even get them to by and large raise their own kids in the first place.
In Memphis, alone, in 2007, fifty thousand kids were born to single parents—most of them Black teenagers . . . this figure plays out in these kinds of numbers nationwide. Beyond the piety of married conception, the problem is that the father usually has little to no contact with the child and offers even less support . . . all because of Whitey, somehow.
We blame Negroes for the high price of crime, for the terrible cost in human life they exact, for the unsafe streets they create, for the war zones they turn our schools into, and for flipping their neighborhoods into slums. Since they lack the fortitude to be self effacing and deal with these problems head on, they merely toss the blame back on Caucasians, so they state that the reason Negroes rob—Slavery; the reason Negroes shoot each other down in the streets—Jim Crow; the reason Negroes abandon their children—Lynching; the reason Negroes throw garbage out their windows—Segregation; the reason Negroes are uneducated—Stereotyping; the reason Negroes smoke crack—Redlining; the reason Negroes call themselves and each other: “Nigger”—Slavery . . . and we take it from the top.
Rather than admitting to the areas of glaring weakness that the race represents on the whole, which jeopardizes each and every individual, they deny the facts in evidence by arguing that not every last single solitary Negro on Earth is a dumb, lazy, thug, so we never get to deal with the overwhelming majority who are. They are taught by their race leaders that if they take responsibility for their plight, they will be admitting that the White man is right and they are wrong . . . then they won't get no mo' free gubament cheese.
So they fight a losing battle by ruining their lives to punish Caucasians; they defend their useless position by stating that Caucasians are successful, because Negroes are discriminated against; they are tricked into believing that Caucasian neighborhoods are peaceful, because Negroes are forced to live in slums that are so horrible that even if they have to rob and kill to get out of there, it's justifiable, because the Caucasians made their lives so miserable. Besides, if Whites are to blame for their problems, then they don't have to get to work on fixing them.
When things are as bad off as they are for the Negro race, here and in Mutha Africa, there must be a reason and since it can't be them then it must be us. Negroes have the mentality of the Hobo who goes to a fine home and notices that it smells like asshole. Then he goes to a fine restaurant and notices that it smells like asshole there too. Then he goes to a fine theater and notices it also smells like asshole. He has only enough presence of mind to wonder why all those fine places he goes to smells like asshole, without the depth of character to accept that he's the smelly asshole.
Of course all this seems like I’m just another White guy piling on—another hooded racist stereotyping the proud Negro race by judging them on the actions of the worst members of their society . . . next I’m supposed to offer you the overwhelming statistical proof of the inability of Negroes to live as peaceful members of society, and give you example after example of their incapability to be good neighbors and honorable citizens. Yet I personally know of dozens of upstanding Black men who are providers for their family, who are hard working decent citizens that live life with morality and responsibility . . . unfortunately it is only a few dozen of the few thousand I have met and that is the ratio that plays out millions fold.
We must begin to affect positive change by no longer disputing the obvious . . . Negroes must stop arguing that illiteracy, crime, drugs, gangs, Welfare and abandonment are not rampant problems that afflict the Negro race; stop making excuses for the criminals, gangbangers, and rolling stone papas; do not blame others—namely the White race—for the condition of your life. If you are unemployed and uneducated it’s your fault not mine!
Every time Negroes talk about how there should be more Black-owned businesses and more Black managers and Black executives, the rant is always directed at the White man. Well, let me do my part and open your eyes . . . In order for there to be more Black bosses, there has to be more Black workers, so yip-yip-yip-yip-maw-maw-maw-maw get a job and work your way up up up! In order for there to be more Blacks in management, particularly Black men, there has to be more educated Black men and less illiterate Black thugs, so get an education! Don’t complain to Whitey that there are more Black men in prison than there are on college campuses—tell it to the bruthaz committing all those goddamn crimes!
After fifty years of Civil Rights, The Great Society, Title VII, and Affirmative Action there are less Black-owned businesses now than there were during the Jim Crow era. The reason for these failed programs is simple; if given the opportunity, Blacks will do business with Whites over Blacks . . . if you had a choice of colors; which one would you choose my bruthaz?
Segregation was far more beneficial to the Negro infrastructure, because it forced Blacks to do business with Blacks against their will which created commerce and a foundation for their culture to expand. But as soon as Blacks were allowed to come through the back door and eat in the kitchen of White restaurants, they stopped going to Black restaurants; as soon as Blacks were allowed to sleep in the basements of White hotels—though not allowed to use the facilities or the pool—they stopped going to Black hotels; when Blacks were finally allowed to play in the White Major Leagues, they abandoned the Negro leagues, which was at the time the thirteenth largest industry in America. If Blacks don’t want to do business with Blacks, why should White America shoulder the burden of doing business with them?
The greatest ascendancy for Negroes now is to be choosy beggars. They don't want a baloney sandwich when they're starving, they want to eat steak with you . . . and if there's only enough steak for you, they want you to give them your steak and eat the baloney sandwich yourself, because of four hundred years of slavery. Offering them a job sweeping a floor when they're unemployed demeans their personhood . . . they want a window office with a view, an expense account and a secretary like you has. Suggesting an uneducated Black kid go to a trade school is an affront to their self-styled image . . . they want to be promoted to playa like Donald Trump with a helicopter on the roof and a limo at the curb waiting for them.
Within their blanket hatred of all things Whitey, they have pockets of rage they focus on specific ethnic groups. They revile Jews in particular as much as they loathe Caucasians as a whole. They have entered into this competition with them over which tribe suffered the greatest human tragedy. Personally, if given a choice between being incinerated in an oven and working in the fields, chain me up. Besides, Negroes only had to endure a few centuries of slavery, while Jews have been on the block for four thousand years. It's a twisted irony that the only thing the K.K.K. and the N.A.A.C.P. have in common, is their hatred of Jews.
Negroes point to Jews and complain that they have their own schools and communities and business districts, while they are forced to be culturally integrated because they ain't got nothing to show for their race. But they don't factor in that Jews raise money for Jews within the Jewish community, without government assistance or charity fund raisers. It's a shame Negroes lack the depth to emulate how the Jews reached their pinnacle in society, by making home the center of their culture, by investing in family; by securing the future of their people, by making sure each member of their family is provided for; by insisting on higher education and demanding responsibility from their citizens, to create Jewish pride. Jews rarely have children out of wedlock and when they do the men don't ditch their kid because of the expense and hassle.
Too many Negroes sellout their race so they can drive an expensive car, while living in low rent dumps; they got high def big screen televisions loaded with cable package; hands and teefsez filled with bling; top of the line logo-jerseys and designer sneakers; play stations with stacks of video games; bumping stereos in the home and in the car with racks of CDs; I-pods and cellphones, but they don't have a computer for themselves or their kids, nor do they have the ability to use one. If you're a working person with kids, you don’t need to drive a car that costs as much as a college education; make sure you have health insurance for your family before you buy spinning rims for your ride. It’s time to quit stylin’ for the homeys and build a solid foundation for your children that they can pass on . . . and so on down the line across generations. Like them Jewboys does.
Negroes in America, spend more money than all of Canada, but they don't invest much of it, so they have nothing to show for their expenditure but products—it's disposable income blown on instant gratification. Negroes squander their future by selfishly living in the moment, so they have the least insurance, pay less child support, adopt the fewest babies, have less money in the bank, own less property and have the most single parent households . . . at this rate the future of the Negro race is bleaker than their present day dire reality.
Negroes hate on Koreans and A-rabs, for their economic dominance of Black society, because they don't have the sense or the reasoning to be grateful to them for providing stores in their neighborhoods. Forty years ago when White abandoned what is now the inner city they left behind the businesses and Negroes were enfranchised so they could service their community. But being boss man doesn't mean you get to live high on the hog cashing big quarterly checks; it means you have to pour your blood sweat and tears into the place to keep it viable. If you blow the wad, you won't have money to reorder and so you cutback on products, which cuts down on profits, so you have to cut corners to save money on overhead, so you turn the temp in the coolers down and food and dairy spoils. The conditions were too often unsanitary and businesses were fined and closed as health risks. Negro owners had to face the trials and tribulations of having Negro customers who shoplifted them out of house and home and robbed them blind, driving up costs which drove away customers . . . soon their businesses went belly up.
Inevitably, Negroes were stamped as bad credit risks for business loans, because they failed across the board to manage their businesses, which kept the next generation of Negroes from being owners for the good of their communities.
Much of this could have been avoided if Negroes were realistic enough to listen to the wise White men that warned them they were not ready to handle the responsibilities and pressures of running their own show, because they hadn't the education or experience needed and were headed for failure unless they were willing to allow Whites to hold their hand through the process . . . when they shoved us away they were on their own, which is usually a recipe for Negro failure.
When the franchise markets refused to reopen after riots, Negroes complained that they had to take a bus or two to get to a market in neighborhoods outside their culture . . . since they burned and looted the stores in their neighborhoods. So the government offered small low-to-no interest loans to any who had the courage to do business in the ghetto. The Negroes didn't have the down payment, Caucasians were not going to risk their lives and life savings serving Da Hood, so industrious families from the Far and Middle East braved the dangers to build a solid future for their people and did business with Negroes. They established themselves as hardworking merchants, which made them good credit risks and enabled them to expand their business holdings.
Until one generation of Negroes sacrifices itself for the next, they will never advance the race. One generation of Jews scrubbed floors, so the next could go to college; one generation of Irishmen worked in the mills, so the next could run them; whole Asian and Arab families work around the clock to keep their small businesses going, so the next generation can buy more businesses; Mexicans have turned menial labor into a thriving enterprise, so there is always work for them. Negroes feed off Negroes until there is nothing left. So follow the Jewish traditions you rue, dear Schwatzers; when you pull a tree out plant another—or more to the point; stop being a race of schmucks.
And so, you African-American fellows: Aks not what Whitey can do for you; aks what y'all can do for America! . . . in other words, as you sew so shall you reap. Since the dawn of Civil Rights, Negroes have come to the table with empty hands, hungry mouths and bad attitudes; they do not offer work to improve their condition, they offer excuses . . . this is why their race has little to show for all the hard work and sacrifices by White America to enfranchise them. We can only help you get to your feet; now y’all have got to walk.
Negroes remain out in the cold with their empty pockets turned inside out and their hongray bellies rumbling as they press their noses against the bakery window looking in and wanting to know where their piece of the pie is. What they must realize is that no one is entitled to a piece of the pie, unless they bake it or buy it . . . if all you're going to do is beg for it then all you get is day old bread. Until Negroes are willing to bake or buy their own pie, they need to learn gratitude for the day old bread . . . and the best way to teach them that is to give them nothing for nothing.
There are only two facets of life that every person and every people must adhere to in order for there to be peace: self sufficiency and manners . . . all other traits are negotiable.

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T H O R N E I S M S

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Men are conquerers and women are sexual—it's fire and rain . . . no man wants to fuck a woman that wants to fuck!

There's only a one woman difference between married and buried.

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It's not that every woman is a bitch . . . it's that every woman is potentially a bitch.

Journalism is to literature as toilet paper is to canvas.

One day countries will go to war to prevent the use of oil as a matter of environmental survival.

If you don't dig it then don't tune in, don't log on, and don't trip out.

The leading cause of impotency is having sex with the same woman too many times.

People who have the word “PRIDE” tattooed on their bodies are usually without any.

People who talk about being given “RESPECT” are usually unworthy of any.

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A tattoo is to art what a fart is to music.

You never look fatter than when you're sitting and eating.

I distrust lawyers, doctors, and priests because they speak Latin and call what they do for a living, “Practice”.

Since our inevitable death is destined to be the most epic moment of our lives, we may as well look forward to it.

It's not a sport unless your opponent is standing in front of you . . . anything less is a contest.

A free education is offered to our children but it is up to them to receive it.

Who decided that “Terminal” was the best name for a place where people wait for an airplane?

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HIGH MIND

The highest level of philosophy is acceptance.

Our first response to a crisis must always be reticence.

High-minded philosophy applied to lowlife behavior equals unqualified disaster.

One day we will learn that violence is not an option.

A person cannot be taught how to be brilliant.

It is not the answers we know that measures our intelligence; it is the questions we ask.

The greatest philosophies throughout time have been no-brainers.

Image is an illusion; character is reality.

Everyone and everything is important to someone and something.

Above that which is extraordinary is simple.

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When faced with a choice between right and wrong, choose integrity.

Never be your own worst enemy.

To say that you “tried” is to say that you “failed”.

To date, 99.9% of the world is completely wrong 100% of the time about everything.

A true philosopher does not seek to discover who is right or which is wrong, but instead reveals what is true to all parties.

If we are to ere, let us ere on the side of the future.

Whether one person or a billion persons face a problem the solutions are the same.

A truly wise person will choose their mistakes and pick their wrongs with great sapience.

Reality is the consequence of your perceptions.

A leader is the person who takes responsibility for the outcome.

School suppresses freethinking by only teaching what is already known.

A master never walks in the footsteps of others.

The only test you must pass to be a master is given on a blank piece of paper.

You cannot become a master by reciting masters anymore than you can become a great artist by tracing great art.

A philosopher is one who has the ability to understand that which is yet unknown.

A master is one who has the ability to explain that which is yet unknown.

There's always an answer whether we know it or not.

Most people confuse rationalizations with philosophy.

Nobody ever offered a rationalization for the betterment of mankind.

The masses will respect a leader who has an iron fist if it is filled with silver.

Hate is the abandonment of intellect.

We must logically conclude when it is time to go mad.

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When reality fails, it's time for philosophy.

If you know your limitations nobody else will.

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If the facts don't support the truth then it's not the truth.

Only falsehoods need interpretation; truths speak for themselves.

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Knowledge in the hands of an idiot becomes a weapon rather than a tool.

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INJUSTICE

Denying adults the right to consent is as unjust as denying adults the right to dissent.

It is immoral to concern yourself with the immorality of others.

The only people with rights in America are criminals.

Drugs do not grow in the fields, they are cooked in the labs.

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Just say “NO” to drugs; SMOKE POT!

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God gave us dominion over the seed bearing plants and the government took it away.

We cannot legislate a person's feelings anymore than a person's feelings can be legislated. (See “Interracial Couples” for a working example of this.)

Morality is a philosophy, not a law.

You have to choose to be moral, it cannot be chosen for you.

The Golden Rule is: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”, so it follows that the only law of the land should be: “You cannot do unto others what they would not have you do unto them”. . . the rest is freedom of choice.

We have to protect the rights of the people who wish to live without values.

We the people should never have been given the right to vote on laws, because laws are self evident until man confuses them with values.

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What kind of future are we investing in when we spend $1,500 per year to educate a student and $50,000 per year to incarcerate a prisoner?

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RACE

The only person that should be offended by the word Nigger, is a Nigger.

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Negroes are the only people who consider it being segregated to live among their own race.

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If only Caucasians abandon racism it will be our undoing.

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Separate but equal—the more separate we are the more equal we will be.
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The key to peaceful race relations is simple; we need closure on the past and distance in the future . . .

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Negroes have to find the courage to be intellectual and leave behind the cowardice of violence.

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It's not that all Negroes are Niggers . . . it's that all Negroes are potentially Niggers.

There are only two facets of life that every person and every people must maintain in order for peace to endure: self sufficiency and manners . . . all other traits are negotiable.

The most hateful word you can call a person is: “Them”.

I answer every racial problem faced and created by Negroes with the same question: “Why don't Negroes want to live with Negroes?” It's as simple as that . . .

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We have failed to comprehend the simple wisdom that high-minded philosophy applied to lowlife behavior equals unqualified disaster.

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RELIGION

What you believe is important . . . only to you. How you behave is important to everyone.

Christians believe that the fewer Gods a person worships the more evolved they are . . . except for Atheists.

There's only a one God difference between a Christian and an Atheist so we're not that far apart.

No matter how long and hard you search for God the path will always lead back to man.

If God is infallible then the commandment “Thou Shalt Not Commit Slavery” was omitted with divine purpose which means God is pro-slavery and racial equality is blasphemy.

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It seems to me there should be at least a shred of evidence that there really is a God thing before accusing It of committing such despicable crimes against humanity.

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The only man that I know of who executed God's master plan of condemning people to the flames solely over religious bigotry was Adolph Hitler, so the only way you can be a good Christian is to be a Nazi.

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If you favor a good oxymoron, here's one: “Christian values”.

Maybe next time, man will find the wisdom to create a humane God.

To be Godlike, you must be a bigoted, misogynistic, jealous, barbarous slave master. Hallelujah!

God was created in man's image so he could bear to look at himself after being inhuman.

It's Christianity or humanity . . . not both.

I would rather be falsely accused of being a homosexual than falsely accused of being a Christian.

Those without the courage to believe in themselves, believe in God.

As long as we put our faith in God we will never put our faith in each other.

People don't believe in God, they subscribe to religion to believe that they are Godlike.

Christians believe in the higher power of Luke, John, Peter and Matthew.

Christianity is a philosophy that should not be applied religiously.

In America, we are enlightened enough to judge people by their deeds, but in Heaven God is so ignorant He will only judge you by your religion and condemn you to the pit without parole solely on that basis.

Humanity begins where religion ends.

If God was a woman, the morning hard on wouldn't be filled with piss.

What is it that makes God a man? Does God have a penis?

If God is male there's no way He didn't do the round young virgin in the field.

Thank God for Atheists!

Maybe we're Atheists because we're told that God hates us.

People are so arrogant that they believe their inner voice is God.

Everybody's somebody's Atheist.

Atheists never kill in the name of God.

Atheists have always been in foxholes!

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