Reflections From a Murky Pond

I just love Oreos. I mean I truly and love them. Forget just snacking, I can and do have Oreos for breakfast, lunch, and dinner too. 😛

I Love Oreos

Oh! And for the record, the cookies are damn fine too. There’s a reason that over the 103 years that Oreos have existed over 450 billion of the cookies have been produced, sold, and happily devoured.

But what I’m talking about and what I love – at least as much as any other variety of woman but probably not much more – is Black babes who aren’t Black by cultural affinity. Yep! Black on the outside and White on the inside suits me to a tittle.

Deep-Fried Pumpkin Spice Latte

It’s October and in America that means it’s pumpkin spice everything. Also, since we dearly love to deep-fry just about anything, we now have Deep-Fried Pumpkin Spice Latte because….well, just because that’s how we roll in the US of A. 😉

Now the question is how do we incorporate bacon into this. Perhaps that will be answered soon.

During the morning of Tuesday, September 29, 2015 a street artist, identified by friends as Antonio Ramos, in Oakland, CA was gunned down and killed while working on a community art project, the Oakland Superheroes Mural Project which is a project sponsored by Oakland’s Attitudinal Healing Connection.

Straight Outta Oakland – Painted In Blood & Irony

Yes, this is sad. Indeed, it approaches the level of tragedy. It should, however, have been an expected outcome. It’s not rational to believe that one can to empower individuals to be self-aware and inspired through arts, creativity and education, making positive choices to break the cycle of violence for themselves and their communities in the ghettos and barrios. Crime and depravity are too entrenched for such efforts to work at any meaningful level and too many of the population of those zones will actively work against such efforts.

At best, such civic minded entertainments should await comprehensive law enforcement purges of the ghettos and barrios before being attempted. Otherwise, the street art ends up, as in Mr. Ramos’ sad case, painted in blood and irony.

Wilmot Robertson’s The Dispossessed Majority is, to say the least, provocative reading on the subject of the state of- and collapse of America as a vital, moral, productive nation and culture. It recounts the tragedy of a great people, the Americans of European descent, who built The United States of America, and whose decline is the chief cause of America’s decline.

Part an elegy, part a galvanic recall to greatness, Robertson’s book hammers home the theme that America has changed for the worse because its founding and once dominant population group, the Majority, has been reduced to second-class status.

Please do note, however, that this is somewhat difficult reading. You’ll have to shift through some opinions that are quite flawed in my opinion, e.g., that the underlying cause of Black misbehavior is genetic and evolutionary in nature as opposed to being cultural exacerbated by some level of congenital malformation. Also, it’s couched in terms of the 1960’s and 1970’s, so some translation of the connotations of the words will be required to properly understand the author’s points.

Still, all in all it’s a worthy book and only political correctness – and the fact that Wilmot Robertson was right in saying that the Liberal-Minority consortium has turned White Americans into second-class citizens – is to blame for most not having heard of- or read it.

Remember, in order to stamp out racism and provide reparations to the oppressed racial minorities, we must strike down and remove anything and everything that triggers such minorities’ sensitivities and be rid of anything and everything that encourages or reinforces the de facto racist, White Supremacist culture of America.

No matter how beautiful something is or how integral to our history and culture it is, it must be exorcized so as to finally end the horror of racism in America. Indeed! The more beautiful and/or integral to society it is, the more important it is to destroy it.

And nothing – I repeat, NOTHING – defines this better than these beautiful White women in Daisy Dukes. They’re hot but racist – horribly, horribly racist, and so this needs to stopped and we need to stop perpetuating this sort of racist display.

They’re White Women

Before we even address the clothing we have to address the underlying issue that these are all White women and for America – Black men excepted because that’s reparations – to find White women beautiful and sexy is inherently racist because Black women don’t look like White women and they are hideously oppressed by White beauty. Worse, it forces some Black women to deny their race.

It’s Southern Rural Fashion

The whole cutoff jeans shorts, often paired with a country-style top, is the iconic Southern rural fashion piece. It can’t get more racist than that. Hell! They’re called Daisy Dukes after Catherine Bach’s character in The Dukes of Hazzard, a television show that has recently been removed from syndication because of its inherently racist nature.

Booty Be A Black Thing

Showcasing a woman’s posterior is a part of Black culture. As such, White women showcasing their butts in tight shorts like Daisy Dukes is just another case of cultural appropriation and is just another way in which America dilutes and denies Blackness.

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So, as you can hopefully see, Daisy Dukes need to just go away because at all levels they’re just examples of America’s systemic racism and heartless oppression of the Black Community. It’s time to put an to this display, not in spite of its iconic beauty, but because of it.