So it seems that Arnold Schwarzenegger's futuristic role in the running man has finally manifested. I won't dwell on this article long due to it's sensitive nature. It's like the news leak decades ago about the Vice President meeting with relatives of the President's attempted assassin a few days prior to the event.
I was watching tv yesterday. The police were chasing a black SUV on I-10. The SUV had sooped-up rims like the brothers in the hood prefer. As the chase came to a hold the police surrounded the vehicle, dragged the man out, which appeared to be a black man, threw him on the ground, then handcuffed him. The news reported commented that it seemed like everything was under control then returned us to our regular programming.
Today while I was preparing to go to work, the news reported that the person involved in the incident was a white CIA or FBI employee who in the process of subduing, reached for a gun and was shot and killed. Talking about the twilight zone. The entire footage of the event had been altered and edited. The footage showing the suspect being handcuffed and slowly lifted to his feet had been replaced with ambulances, a stretcher and a mysterious body with a sheet over it. My question is: How big has big brother become?
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Monday, April 28, 2008
Lazy Niggers and White Trash Honkies
It's was a warm Sunday morning and I was sitting in church daydreaming when the Pastor started his sermon with the following words: "I'm so tired of Lazy Niggers and White Trash Honkies that I don't know what to do!" Boy, did that get the church's attention.
I sometimes wonder how the media would have reacted to my Pastor's message. It definitely wasn't politically correct. It might have been viewed by some as being racist or eristical. With the proper editing it could have been used to cause a string of city riots. I looked around the room full of soigne church members all with stunned expressions. The only member who was unaffected and seemed to lack sentience was our resident lycanthrope who often introduced himself by saying, "I like cats".
I learned many life lessons from my good friend and pastor. I would go as far as honor him with the title of S.T.D., not the worldly definition but Sacrae Theologiae Doctor. I learned that one must remain longanimous in one's pursuit of knowledge. I learned that God rains on the just and the unjust. I learned that everyone who looks like a brother is not necessarily a brother. I learned that some people who don't look like brothers will stick closer to you than a brother.
Personally, I felt this to be my favorite pastor's greatest message. The essence of the message dealt with breaking stereotypes and class restrictions. The pastor stated that one must disconnect from mental, physical, and verbal ownership of one's natural bloodline and be joined to the death, burial and ressurection of Jesus Christ by his blood. The natural bloodline so ridden with anger, resentment, disease, generational limitations and of course death must be left on the cross with the lamb slain from the foundations of the world. This natural bloodline passed down from the first man adam must be reckoned dead, buried and ineffective.
This was no ordinary pastor and this was no ordinary message. In the course of my time working with this pastor I had the opportunity to watch first hand as he raised individuals from the grips of death. I know individuals who are perfectly healed this day by the work of God thru the hands of this great man of God. I remember traveling with him to a church meeting. After we left the meeting, we stopped a restaurant for a short time, to grab a bite to eat. When we left the restaurant and walked outside we discovered that a tornado had blown thru the neighborhood blowing down trees and buildings all around us.
What was interesting about my pastor and personal friend......this man, that I held an tremendous amount of love and respect for.....this man, full of the Holy Ghost and operating in all the gifts of the Spirit of God,......this man, and his powerful, timely message about lazy niggers and white trash honkies, was that..............this man was a white man who had a real heart for God's people especially blacks.
I sometimes wonder how the media would have reacted to my Pastor's message. It definitely wasn't politically correct. It might have been viewed by some as being racist or eristical. With the proper editing it could have been used to cause a string of city riots. I looked around the room full of soigne church members all with stunned expressions. The only member who was unaffected and seemed to lack sentience was our resident lycanthrope who often introduced himself by saying, "I like cats".
I learned many life lessons from my good friend and pastor. I would go as far as honor him with the title of S.T.D., not the worldly definition but Sacrae Theologiae Doctor. I learned that one must remain longanimous in one's pursuit of knowledge. I learned that God rains on the just and the unjust. I learned that everyone who looks like a brother is not necessarily a brother. I learned that some people who don't look like brothers will stick closer to you than a brother.
Personally, I felt this to be my favorite pastor's greatest message. The essence of the message dealt with breaking stereotypes and class restrictions. The pastor stated that one must disconnect from mental, physical, and verbal ownership of one's natural bloodline and be joined to the death, burial and ressurection of Jesus Christ by his blood. The natural bloodline so ridden with anger, resentment, disease, generational limitations and of course death must be left on the cross with the lamb slain from the foundations of the world. This natural bloodline passed down from the first man adam must be reckoned dead, buried and ineffective.
This was no ordinary pastor and this was no ordinary message. In the course of my time working with this pastor I had the opportunity to watch first hand as he raised individuals from the grips of death. I know individuals who are perfectly healed this day by the work of God thru the hands of this great man of God. I remember traveling with him to a church meeting. After we left the meeting, we stopped a restaurant for a short time, to grab a bite to eat. When we left the restaurant and walked outside we discovered that a tornado had blown thru the neighborhood blowing down trees and buildings all around us.
What was interesting about my pastor and personal friend......this man, that I held an tremendous amount of love and respect for.....this man, full of the Holy Ghost and operating in all the gifts of the Spirit of God,......this man, and his powerful, timely message about lazy niggers and white trash honkies, was that..............this man was a white man who had a real heart for God's people especially blacks.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Specious
I was talking to a reporter with one of the local news stations today. At times it seemed like a contest of logodaedaly with no winning edge. The topic of slanted racial stories appeared to be our rubicon serbonian bog. I remarked that one should only believe half of what they see and 99% of what they read and hear, especially on tv and internet. He stated that the latest scoop was Obama's ancestors traffiking in the slave trade. I still believe that he'll win like a siz krieg.
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