Shout out to all the hypocritical Negroes who complain about BET being an embarrassment to Black America, but still look at it 24/7. Also, bonus shout out to the fellas who dial those sex lines featuring white chicks advertised on BET. Yep, diversity is a good thing son!!
But check this, since my old man said, "dumb niggers are dangerous", I’m gonna take his advice, so for this post I’m gonna change the skin color of my target audience. Are you kidding me, although a few Black women (and men) could fit these shoes, I’m not ready for another ass kicking. So today, it’s White Folks, Politics, Drugs and Zip Damn Fools, because they all have something in common. Hum, you say?
Let me start by saying I’m leery of white people, okay. Now don’t take that wrong. Hell, I have one white friend, and I’m not a racist by any stretch of imagination. Wait, does that have the same feeling/flavor/sting as a white person saying "I have Black friends’? Well, all the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t put Humpty back together again. Yeah, figure out how that relates to anything I’ve said. Nevertheless, I’m gonna say it, I have a white friend!!
But listen, I hate white people. Yup, I said it. I really hate em. They’re ugly, stupid and obnoxious. And they’re a bunch of narrow minded privileged bigots. I see white people as a scourge that needs to be eliminated from the world. You’re sitting there thinking "damn this motherfucker is crazy", ain’t you? Well, therein lays the problem…..because you know what? Most of my opinions are really on point and need to be said. Only problem is, coming from my mouth they tend to lose legitimacy. I’m a Black man, but hold that thought.
Okay, white folks are now on the floor, so let me drag out drugs, politics and a few fools.
Well, I have to raise my hand for a friend. She was a heroin addict for over twenty five years. Since the age of 25, she loved the comfort heroin gave her, however, back then, if you would have asked her if she was an addict, she would have told you hell no. How could she be an addict? She had a college degree, a high five figure job, a family and a nice home. That’s certainly not the stereotypical image of an addict. Yet, every day of her life, some years ago, she was flying high in the sky, flying high without ever leavin’ the ground. She went to the places where danger awaited her and it was bound to forsake her, but she was so stupid minded. She couldn’t help it, she was stupid minded, and she’d go crazy when she couldn’t find it. In the mornings she’d be alright, but soon the night brought all the pains, the pain, oh the pain! Yet she’d go to the places where the good feelin’ awaited her, self-destruction was in her hands, Oh Lord, so stupid minded. She was hooked to that boy who makes slaves out of men and she’d go crazy when she couldn’t find it. Believe me, she was flying high without ever leaving the ground, and she didn’t see nothin but trouble! She had to cry out, "help me somebody".
Damn, yawl gonna have me crying up in here thinking about her bad days. And check this; many of you may have noticed that many of those words were from Marvin Gaye’s song "Flying High". Many of those words were his, and I cried while writing them, because she fought those exact same demons. And, Marvin didn’t win his battle.
Okay, this pie is about ready to put in the fiery oven. We have white folks, drugs and a fool, so now we need a cup of politics, and then it’s patty cake patty cake, baker man, I’m gonna spank this thang with a very heavy hand.
As political debates go, the lines of opposition are usually drawn deep in the sand. Each side digs in, gets very entrenched in their positions, and then, nobody budges. And again, my old man told me not to be anybody’s fool and don’t play another man’s game, so taking his advice, I generally don’t get too involved in the tick-tack-patty-wack of local politics. But sometimes I’ll listen on the sidelines and add a little commentary on the ongoing affairs. So, in short, I don’t do local politics, I do people. But birds of a feather flock together and why do fools fall in love? Huh?
Remember when I said I have a white friend? Well, over the last year, over at my blog "Angry Black Man" I had been noticing the comments of this one white dude, they were quite different than most political debaters. His had a ring of openness and honesty that I’ve seldom seen in most political discussions. It was obvious to me that the man had a wealth of wisdom, and an education. I asked myself, "Who is this white dude that’s not afraid to call a spade a spade, and bigoted dumb white folks… bigoted, racist ass dumb white folks?" Now you know, and he must obviously know, that his penchant for holding up a mirror to some of our evil white brothers could get a white man barred from the shores of America. But Homer is not alone.
Remember my paragraph that opened with "But Listen, I hate white people"? Well, actually, those ain’t my words; they belong to Joanna, who just happens to be a white woman. Damn, she was throwin blows on white folks, and her skin is like soft fallen snow. Wait, I don’t know if she’s soft, but I know she’s white. She seems to have acquired the honesty and lack of fear to speak about the evil ways of some white folks.
Joanna asked if I’d consider doing a guest post on "racism" or "drug addiction". See, about a year ago she dropped by my blog and witnessed some of my trials and tribulations; many of which concerned my personal failings and the consequences of such. I even sent her a copy of one of my speaking engagements. She apparently wanted to see if I was Memorex or just talking shit. Well, here I am, she has invited me in her house.
So now I have to bring this home by first mentioning a few words of my youngest son. He has a saying: "show me a 4-10 year old jerk child, and I’ll show you an adult asshole". Now, you know what; think about that for a few seconds. Take a little time to drift back in your memory. Think about those kids in your classroom who were sleep, jacking around and were just being a damn nuisance. They usually could be found in the back two rows of the classroom, talking shit and doing nothing other than the prescribed school activities. They certainly weren’t trying to learn anything. Where are they now? Well, I’d bet my last Hennessy flavored blunt (I love weed) that they’re still jerks, on Gilligan’s Island, lost in space, in jail, an institution, or they’re dead. But listen, I’ve come to believe an apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, so the bulk of the blame doesn’t fall at their feet.
In walks the white racist, the bigot, and fools that fall in love with whomever and whatever. Now hold on tight, fasten your seat belts because I’m about to make a quick left turn. I’m going to drive by the house of a white fool. He lives at the intersection of Ignorance Avenue and Fools Road. We’ll be looking for a person that knows no sorrow. By definition he or she will be careless, callous, indifferent, and never breaks up or softens up for wrong doing. They hate knowledge and resist instruction. He or she won’t be hard to spot because again, by definition of the word fool, they despise wisdom and are closed minded. The biggest fools are deficient in judgment, sense, or understanding. They are easily deceived or duped and willingly engage in buffoonery and trifling activity. Damn, I better turn this car around, I’m wastin gas. There’s a white racist fool on every corner.
Look, we may not be who we think we are, nor want to be, but wisdom is learned by going through a storm, not by listening to popular opinions, or by living in the realm of a false self-image. My friend, by the definition of the word "addict", and by her actions, was a full blown addict. When she accepted that cold hard fact, it behooved her to take the responsibilities that would lead her out of her dark abyss. She had to admit to herself that she was a damn fool who wasn’t fooling anyone except herself. Now that was a hard pill to swallow. It wasn’t the shoes, it was her. It certainly wasn’t white folks, it was her. Her man, friends and family didn’t put drugs in her system, it was her, and she was the gatekeeper. She was the biggest fool around, but what about a time called now? That’s my motto, "What About a Time Called Now?" When in our life do we make a decision to really change? Is it when our backs are against a wall of no return? Is it when we become seriously ill with some disease that John Hopkins can’t cure? Why should we expect white folks to change? Their momma was a racist and their daddy was too, and they fell from that tree. The Tea Party, and all that flock, love flocking together. They’re obviously not looking for wisdom, and they love engaging in buffoonery and trifling activity, so why should they ever consider changing? They’re not going to be denied the basic rights afforded all Americans because of the color of their skin. And please, talking about a dark pit of lost hopes and no return, what kind of special kind of white racist would idolize that Black Bozo the Clown, Clarence Thomas?
Damn… drugs, white folks, fools and politics……… there’s a distinct connection. Some white folks exhibit the exact characteristics of a pimp or die, stomp down drug addict. Just like drug addicts and alcoholics, they love what they do, and they have no apparent reason to change. They would cut off their nose in spite of their face, and sell their wife’s poontang before they’d give a Black man an even playing field. All their friends are doing "it", so those birds are going to flock together. When they drink their hate and racist juice, it makes them feel powerful and in control, and to a large degree they are, so why should they change?
This is not an indictment of all white people. It’s an observation of the evil intrinsic nature of all humans. We all can be duped and led astray. Hey, as I said, I have a white friend.
Damn it, I was supposed to write a post on racism or addictions. You know, like drug and alcohol abuse and related treatments, but I got side tracked. Well, maybe not side-tracked, but I don’t know how much truth a person can handle in one day. See, Joanne has a link on her blog, one of those paid links "Drug Abuse Centers". Well, I have to say this too….. Treatment centers are one of the biggest pimp games in town. They’re a dismal failure. Hey, I’m talking about something I know about. My friend found herself in one the most respected treatment centers in the world. Oh yeah, and look…..the average numbers of "treatments" before a person gets a tiny whiff of a sustained recovery is 4.5 times, in and out those doors. It’s called "treatment", not a cure.
If you keep going back for treatment, somebody keeps gettin paid. Now hold up, the average cost is thirty to fifty thousand dollars! And guess who owns and runs those facilities… white folks! Oh yeah, there’s a whole lot of pimpin going on, and unfortunately they’re the only game in town. But I didn’t have time to tell you all the maddening news. But maybe if I’m invited back into your world, we can get down to all the sickening details. Recovery is possible but the overwhelming majority of people, who find themselves battling a substance abuse problem, never make it to the other side. Don’t look now but the numbers are less than two percent. That’s a cold hard fact, and I’d like to tell you why that’s true.
