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Opinions/Editorials Title: Survivor - The Black Version I’m just an average kind of individual. I grew up in a really small town in the backwaters of the South, and mind you, I capitalize the word ‘South’ because it is its own country. Yes, I’m an American original. I grew up around black folks all my life. They weren’t any different than anybody else. They talked like me, thought like me, worked like me, argued, fussed, and fought like me. The only thing is I chose to get out and see the world and compare it to my experience just to see if I was crazy or not. Well, it turns out that I am just about as crazy as everyone else is now. Suddenly my experience around black people has become the stuff of fascination in America. It’s like this country can’t get black enough for some reason. It’s all black all day. Now, before you start thinking that I’m some of racist let me offer you a tiny thought. The thing about being anything in particular is that it is terribly limiting and awfully boring. There are all kinds of people in this world, and a lot of them are definitely not black. For some reason the likes of which I cannot understand, black people have anointed themselves as the great progenitor and master of the universe when it comes to human diversity. I ask simply, who died and made black people such experts in humankind? Frankly speaking I would much prefer to have an Asian woman as president. Asian women are the most kick ass women in the world, coming in a close second behind white suburban women who drive SUV’s and Israelis. The only thing about Asian women that makes them superior to any other hard core, tough-minded woman is the fact that they do it so gracefully. One of these days I’m going to go take a course in Asian history and try to learn one of their languages so that I can get a better grip on this phenomenon. Something tells me that inadvertently by running up the deficit beyond imagination, that black people who think they are doing the right thing these days are going to be having a rude awakening by the Asians who are going to want to redeem their T-Bills one day. But of course who the hell am I to know such details of life? I’m just some poor old black woman from podunk Mississippi who doesn’t know her ass from a hole in the levee. All I’m supposed to know about is picking cotton, humming Amazing Grace, and cooking collard greens and corn bread while wearing an old apron and some worn house slippers. I’m supposed to be dumb because I look, act, and talk funny. People mistake me for being stupid, and I think it’s kind of funny. But the last thing I ever would want is for somebody who knows me well to think that I was stupid. I know better than to get my feelings hurt from people who don’t me. I expect it actually, but I don’t call these folks racist. They have every right to point and stare and laugh because I do look funny. I don’t wear my feelings on my sleeve and claim that people are racist and call the thought police on them and have them sent to reeducation camps. People are entitled to think and speak as they may, which is why I am able to sit here and write this not-so-original article on The Daily Nigger. Diversity of thought is bequeathed only to those whom they themselves allow it to occur. People generally don’t know what to make of me writing this stuff on The Daily Nigger. At first they think I’m a self-hating black person, and then they think that we’re just trying to get attention. But really we’re trying to save ourselves from being swept away by this tide of intolerance that is cloaked in the rhetoric of diversity. Any type of regulated thought is bad, and I suppose the bottom line is that if it requires an outlandish method of presenting this danger to get the point across, then that’s just one example of the beauty of American free speech that allows for self-correction despite the odds of the giant forces lined up against what one is saying. I don’t love it when people call me a nigger, but I don’t get upset about it. I think it is liberating for people to be able to say what they feel rather than keep it bottled up inside. I want to know the reasons they use this word. It has a very rich meaning, and is almost the stuff of legend. It brings all my emotions to the forefront and reminds me of what being an American is all about. There is nothing original about the word nigger, but the thought process of what inspires people to use it, or in some cases to not use it, is fascinating to me. With the advent of hard economic times, I am hearing a lot of chatter about the Federal Reserve and the bankers and the Jews. All three of these are inexorably linked in some kind of hush-hush, post-nigger society. I explore this by lighting a fire under it and making it burn. The Daily Nigger is trying to smoke out other niggers from their bunkers. The old European anti-Semitic sentiments are boiling up to the surface in America today. What makes this era so fascinating is that it is occurring at the same time when socialism is being tossed around and discussed openly. There are signs emerging of the same tendencies that gave rise to fascism in pre-World War Two Europe. People are talking about hyper-inflation and loading a wheelbarrow full of money to buy a loaf of bread. You see, I thrive off of these rants because they have historic meaning to me in the same way that the word nigger has had throughout American history. Yet of all the people on this old Earth of ours, perhaps the Asians have learned something that we in the Americas and Europe just haven’t been able to come to terms with. That’s why I love watching those funny Japanese advertisements and game shows. I am fascinated with China’s daring attempt to modernize a country of 1.5 billion people in breathtaking speed. I cannot fathom the tenacity of the Vietnamese to hold onto their civilization despite wars, communism, and colonialism. I admire the Cambodians who withstood the rise of one of the most vicious dictatorships in the region. I marvel at the sheer guts and determination to survive that is exhibited by Asians. It is an amazing ability to have, and in many ways reminds me of the Jews. Yet my own black folks are somehow on a roll. They seem to believe that they have the lock and key on how the world ought to be. They are trying to somehow teach us all a lesson and tell us how things ought to be. It is so silly that it reminds me of how I got wrapped up looking at The Lion King over and over again until I realized that Elton John was pissing me off. I found myself believing that some gay guy was leading all the animals in the jungle on some kind of mission from God. That’s when I knew I had stepped way too far into the far left dogma that one can be easily susceptible to contracting. There is this unspoken pecking order of American far left thinking that begins with the gays and the Jews and tacks on the blacks and native Americans as well. It then ensnares the Latinos and wraps itself like a Jack in the Beanstalk vine around feminists and activists, Buddhists and atheists. Then as the beanstalk grows up to the sky it grows giant tentacles and branches out and begins taking on corporate executives who become fascinated by its gargantuan mass. Then everyone piles on until they realize that the entire prospect of adhering to a pecking order in the first place is what makes the beanstalk grow. The ones at the top who planted the seeds of this mindset have a vested interest in the beanstalk growing forever so that they can stay on top. I feel like I am in a survivor series, where I am running away from my own people. They left me behind somewhere and this movement they started is towering over me, and the only ones left are just a handful of resisters who won’t hop on the bandwagon. Meanwhile, the shadows grow around me from the towering monument to the unity of mankind, and in the far off distance I can still make out the silhouette of those who started this nonsense in the first place. It’s time to cut this thing down and free everyone from the proverbial Tower of Babel thinking process that gets people ensnared in the kumbaya crap, which eventually leads to disaster. We can go on and on all day long about the differences among people, and how they need to come together. But the eerie nature of this mindset that I am all too familiar with is that it doesn’t stop there. People who preach this kind of Utopian garbage won’t stop at mere rhetoric. They will start printing money right and left and pass it out to everyone and promise them that they and only they can help them and save them. Save them from what, I ask? I nearly lost my mind and started screaming at the TV when Henrietta Hughes begged Obama for a new house. I new right then and there things had gotten out of hand. As long as freedom of speech is still allowed in this country I will keep on saying this kind of stuff because frankly I don’t hear a lot of other black people discussing this. I don’t hear anybody at all really talking about how preposterous it is to dissect people and classify them into categories according to race, religion or sexual orientation. For any laws to be on the books that talks about that is a sign that things are heading off a cliff. The next step to having laws that identify people by characteristics is for somebody to come along and use those laws to impress people of their singular ability to bring them all together as one. This obsession with Obama is not only embarrassing to me as a black person but is almost laughable when I watch white people drool over him. I’m not yet sure quite what to make of this phenomenon. I can only ask what are people thinking? Or are they thinking at all? Meanwhile, I’m betting that one day the Asians who are going to wind up owning America are going to just take the place over and run it for us. Hell, we don’t make anything here any more anyway. So, what the hell. Let’s just learn their culture and their language and hedge our bets. If this were in fact the black version of survivor I would lead everyone directly to a classroom and learn how to get along with our new masters instead of try to win a million dollars of soon-to-be worthless currency. -TDN
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