For about the past month and a half I have been watching videos on poor white people. Many of these videos have been on YouTube. I have listened to the commentators and the people who were being interview. I listened to the stories they told. Some lost their jobs, some just got down on their luck, some had addiction problems. Some were born into poverty and just never seem to get out.
Many of their stories are very common in the black community. However I want to get one thing straight. We know in this country there has been a systematic effort to keep Blacks down. Things like bypassing them on jobs, not giving them promotions. Giving them the lowest wages, giving them the crappiest job with no way of advancement. Confining them to basic subservient roles. Some may deny this but as a rule we know it is true. Yes some have seeped through the cracks and make it. I am not denying that but as a whole race of people we have in no way advanced to the level that our common sense, talents and brains should have allowed us to.
It is a fact that most whites in this country who are prosperous to any degree are prosperous because of the blood , sweat and tears of slavery of Black and Brown people in this country from Africa for centuries. Someway shape of form they have prospered from it. Even many companies that are major corporations have gotten rich off of slave labor. I understand that a statement like this angers many white people because they like to say it was their brute strength and intellect that has gotten them to the most prosperous of all in this country.
We know they like to believe and say "We built this country" when in reality the truth is that it was the labor of slaves. Even stolen ideas of many Africans and African Americans that have gotten them rich. Marketing the talents of many black Americans in entertainment, sports and even black inventions have as well gotten them rich and have kept them rich.
However I see a new trend, many white Americans without the help of slave labor are dirt poor. Many of these white people have no skills to fall back on. No known talents and no ideas of how to make money. Why? Because so much of what White America has now was given to them by their ancestors who profited from the slave trade. In other words it was passed down. So now that granddaddy is dead and the estate has been squandered, many whites sit on nothing and have no means of getting any thing else other than public assistance.
Therefore I contend with you that there has been a conspiracy put out and it is promoted by the same old white supremacist attitude that has governed this nation for centuries. Evey where you look, all over media and anything put out and marketed by America continues to tell the world that the great whore is still the # madame in the industry. When in reality she had been demoted to the likes of a crack whore.
Yet the illusion is still being pushed that she is well and prosperous and on top of her game. Why is this being pushed? So that the world and especially Black people will yet believe in her. It is the last move in the game of racism white supremacy. They must continue to push the illusion that whites are better, smarter and much more prosperous than blacks and every body for that matter. Truth of the matter is they know the truth. They know the truth that Whites lead the way in receiving government benefits, they lead the way in poverty in America and they lead the way in lack of trade skills and they lead the way in promoting the quickly dying illusion of who they "are".
Bottom line is yes Blacks and Latinos may fill the prisons but that is because of the target that is on them. We know the facts are that there are way more drugs in the suburbs and college campuses than in the intercity. Yet the police only goes to the intercity and targets Blacks and Latinos. Sure when the stats are all fixed to make Blacks and Latino's look bad like unemployed criminals. Then they will look like that, but who is putting the statistics out? They are completely fixed to help support and promote racism white supremacy in this country. However the real truth is that whites in this country have a very bleak future.
The days of living off of everyone else labor is quickly coming to an end an they are no longer able to hide it. Just look at them closely.
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Two Cakes On A Table
There were two cakes on a table. One was glorious and chocolate, with the finest chocolate the world could offer, the best additives and the best baker on earth who baked it. While on another table there was another cake. Plain and white. Nothing fancy at all. A housewife threw it together in between getting her husband off to work and her children off to school.
These two cakes were entered into a contest. The contest of all contest and everybody who was anybody was there to attend. Now looking at these two cakes thee winner was obvious. Surely this fine piece of black chocolate would win hands down, really no contest at all.
The owner of the plain white cake knew this. He knew he had no chance. People who attended the contest were already ooohing and aahhing over the chocolate cake. Now the owners of the cakes were sitting at the table. The owner of the chocolate cake was smiling and sitting back with assured confidence. He knew he had already won. While on the other end of the table the owner of the white cake was sweating bullets, loosening his tie, hands shaking, heart pounding and doing his best to find a way to compete with the chocolate cake.
Suddenly he had an idea. What if no one got to sample the chocolate cake? If his cake was the only cake that was presented as the best then he would be the winner. Now how to make that happen? He looked over at the table with the fine and glorious chocolate cake and began to despise it. It needed to be brought down, from six tiers to one, it needed to be belittled. It needed to be smashed and stepped on. It needed someone to spit on it. It needed to be disgraced. It needed to be made into the worst thing ever put into someone's mouth.
When the time came for the owners to present their cakes. The owner of the fine chocolate cake, stood and pulled his coat together. He spoke to the audience and said, "Ladies and gentleman you have already heard of the reputation of my fine cake, you know it is the best. You have come here tonight on reputation alone to taste the finest chocolate in the world. You have heard of how moist and delicious it is and how satisfying it is. I shall not drag out a long dissertation of how good it is. I shall let it speak on reputation alone." With this the owner strolled back to his seat and sat down, crossed his legs and smiled.
Now it was the owner of the plain white cake's time and he stood, holding on to the table for balance because of nerves. He cleared his throat and stumbled to the floor. A few people snicked at his sloppy presentation. He stood and began, voice shaking. "Ladies and gentleman. I want to talk to you today not about my cake but about this chocolate cake you see before you. You see I know for a fact that this cake is not all that it is presented to be.
I know for a fact that this cake was made from dirt. I know for a fact that it is burned under the bottom. That there are egg shells in the batter and that the mix has deadly poison in it. I know for a fact that the best baker on earth did not put this cake together. This cake was stolen and presented as the best cake in the world. You see good people it is actually my little small meager cake that was baked by the finest baker in the world. It is my cake that will melt in your mouth. It is my cake that was made with the best eggs, the finest butter, the best vanilla flavoring that money can buy. Do not allow this man to fool you. He is trying to trick you and poison you with his cake. Taste my cake, eat my cake and let us condemn this man and throw him out for lying and trying to fool all of you good people."
Now the once subdued crowd had turned into an angry mob. They were all but standing on the stage ready to kill the owner of the chocolate cake. Shaking their fist at him and showing their teeth like angry dogs they were ready too charge him. He stood and exited the stage for his safety. Leaving his cake behind.
Well of course the obvious winner was now the owner of the plain white cake. He stood proud as he was handed an huge trophy and bakers contract worth untold millions. While the crowd cheered for him he stood the victor. Later after everyone had gone and he was fully satisfied with himself. He was ready to leave and share his good fortune with his wife and children. Almost forgetting he turned around to retrieve his prize possession.The most important thing gained of the entire night.
He walked over and picked up the chocolate cake that he had convinced everyone to successfully despise and would carry it home. His prized possession. Now he just had to find all of the ingredients that was in the cake and market it for himself. Then he would own the world because of this marvelous cake and his gift of being a liar and his power of persuasion.
Moral: When one knows he cannot defeat you outright he will stoop to ever dirty trick in the book. Will you continue to believe the lie?
These two cakes were entered into a contest. The contest of all contest and everybody who was anybody was there to attend. Now looking at these two cakes thee winner was obvious. Surely this fine piece of black chocolate would win hands down, really no contest at all.
The owner of the plain white cake knew this. He knew he had no chance. People who attended the contest were already ooohing and aahhing over the chocolate cake. Now the owners of the cakes were sitting at the table. The owner of the chocolate cake was smiling and sitting back with assured confidence. He knew he had already won. While on the other end of the table the owner of the white cake was sweating bullets, loosening his tie, hands shaking, heart pounding and doing his best to find a way to compete with the chocolate cake.
Suddenly he had an idea. What if no one got to sample the chocolate cake? If his cake was the only cake that was presented as the best then he would be the winner. Now how to make that happen? He looked over at the table with the fine and glorious chocolate cake and began to despise it. It needed to be brought down, from six tiers to one, it needed to be belittled. It needed to be smashed and stepped on. It needed someone to spit on it. It needed to be disgraced. It needed to be made into the worst thing ever put into someone's mouth.
When the time came for the owners to present their cakes. The owner of the fine chocolate cake, stood and pulled his coat together. He spoke to the audience and said, "Ladies and gentleman you have already heard of the reputation of my fine cake, you know it is the best. You have come here tonight on reputation alone to taste the finest chocolate in the world. You have heard of how moist and delicious it is and how satisfying it is. I shall not drag out a long dissertation of how good it is. I shall let it speak on reputation alone." With this the owner strolled back to his seat and sat down, crossed his legs and smiled.
Now it was the owner of the plain white cake's time and he stood, holding on to the table for balance because of nerves. He cleared his throat and stumbled to the floor. A few people snicked at his sloppy presentation. He stood and began, voice shaking. "Ladies and gentleman. I want to talk to you today not about my cake but about this chocolate cake you see before you. You see I know for a fact that this cake is not all that it is presented to be.
I know for a fact that this cake was made from dirt. I know for a fact that it is burned under the bottom. That there are egg shells in the batter and that the mix has deadly poison in it. I know for a fact that the best baker on earth did not put this cake together. This cake was stolen and presented as the best cake in the world. You see good people it is actually my little small meager cake that was baked by the finest baker in the world. It is my cake that will melt in your mouth. It is my cake that was made with the best eggs, the finest butter, the best vanilla flavoring that money can buy. Do not allow this man to fool you. He is trying to trick you and poison you with his cake. Taste my cake, eat my cake and let us condemn this man and throw him out for lying and trying to fool all of you good people."
Now the once subdued crowd had turned into an angry mob. They were all but standing on the stage ready to kill the owner of the chocolate cake. Shaking their fist at him and showing their teeth like angry dogs they were ready too charge him. He stood and exited the stage for his safety. Leaving his cake behind.
Well of course the obvious winner was now the owner of the plain white cake. He stood proud as he was handed an huge trophy and bakers contract worth untold millions. While the crowd cheered for him he stood the victor. Later after everyone had gone and he was fully satisfied with himself. He was ready to leave and share his good fortune with his wife and children. Almost forgetting he turned around to retrieve his prize possession.The most important thing gained of the entire night.
He walked over and picked up the chocolate cake that he had convinced everyone to successfully despise and would carry it home. His prized possession. Now he just had to find all of the ingredients that was in the cake and market it for himself. Then he would own the world because of this marvelous cake and his gift of being a liar and his power of persuasion.
Moral: When one knows he cannot defeat you outright he will stoop to ever dirty trick in the book. Will you continue to believe the lie?
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