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kafenwar · 4 years

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“In case you didn’t notice, we’re being governed by armed thugs, criminals and traitors, who would as readily shoot you as spare you if it serves their purposes. This election is your last chance to save yourself and your family. Trust me, I’m not exaggerating. Not even a bit.” —Lawrence Tribe, Harvard Law Professor and Constitutional Expert

Yes, I know I haven’t been keeping up with all the events that have been taking place since the beginning of this year. It’s 2020, after all. People have been talking about how much of a clusterfuck this year has been. We all want this wretched year to end soon. Unfortunately it seems that 2020 may prove to be nothing more than a prelude to the decade to come. In which case, I might as well wait until the smoke clears from all the protests, “riots,” insurrections and other mayhem to offer any comment on what is happening.

Speaking of “riots” and “mobs”–the Orange Baboon himself is a one man riot. This thing currently occupying the White Bunker (because now it’s not just any old White House) has been increasingly candid about his true feelings towards his colonial subjects. It turned out, after all, that Dump put up only a handful of slabs of his precious “Border Wall”–the same anti-jigaboo Berlin Wall he’d been blabbing off about since his first Presidential campaign back in 2016. All those millions he’d allegedly allocated for building the Wetback Wall ended up in some honkie’s pockets–Steve Bannon, I think, was his name. (Yep, it was. Bannon was recently arrested for sticking a million of the Boogie Wall’s funds into his back pocket. And where did all that money come from? Not Mexico, as Trump insisted it would come from.¹)

Dumpie also knew perfectly well that COVID-19 was extremely dangerous from the outset. Instead of warning his subjects, he deliberately downplayed the dangers of COIVD-19 because he didn’t want to “cause panic”–a flimsy excuse if there ever was one. (You don’t have to take my word for it–listen to the recording. This will bridge a credibility gap in reader’s minds not accustomed to my salty language.)

After this huge gaffe on Trump’s part, it should be relatively easy to connect the dots concerning his overall behavior. What seemed strange and out-of-kilter should now be fairly obvious. It’s not that Trumpy is “unpatriotic” (and at this point in time, quite frankly, there’s nothing to be patriotic about concerning the U.S., seeing just what it’s truly made of, and built upon)–he IS a patriot: towards his Americans, and his concept of what America is.

Trump’s idea of what America is: the old version, c.1913

HIS America does not even include the soldiers who lost their lives defending it. These guys were clowns, losers and suckers who were stupid enough to believe that picking up arms to “defend democracy” was a noble idea. (In reality most of these kids were simply drafted into the wars and had no real say in the matter–not that Trump gives a shit.) In a very sick, twisted way, Trump (ironically) was actually correct when he referred to the fallen soldiers as “suckers.” Why? Because these soldiers were naive enough to believe that they were fighting on behalf of a Democratic society. Even if they were white–and most of them obviously were–they still thought that, being white and male, they had a seat at Uncle Sam’s table. But as it turns out, they didn’t–not really. As rank-and-file white men from the white labor aristocracy (and usually the bottom end) their place at White Daddy’s table was not an honorable one. It only appeared to be so for those of us outside the White Caste.

From within that Caste, White Daddy’s table was set up to serve precisely those it was intended to serve since John Hancock put his fucking signature on the Declaration of Independence–that is, wealthy, white bourgeois men primarily of Northern European stock. The same rule generally applies though a steep decline in Northern European ethnic stock since 1776 has made it necessary for White Daddy to expand his definition of what an Aryan is. Today, rich Italians, Poles, Jews, Greeks, Irish, and some coloreds sit at the table with Uncle Sam (aka White Daddy) and reap the fruits of Mexican, Salvadoran and prison (read: black) labor. For their ilk, the country really is a democracy. It wasn’t always so, but through unspecified “hard work” these non-Aryans were able to take their place at Uncle Sam’s table and eat (while the rest of us starve or drop dead of COVID-19). Those on the dirty end of the table are drunk on the delusion that they are a part of Sammy’s clique. To them, the rank-and-file whites and wannabe whites, this delusion is enough to get them through their pathetic, useless lives. Heaven help them if they ever wake up from their fantasy and discover that Uncle Sam always despised them–as “losers” and “suckers” doing the white kakistocracy’s dirty work.

The New version. Warning: These things are NOT your friends!

These are not your friends.

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It is becoming increasingly clear by the day that this orange-faced freako is dangerous, deranged and narcissistic. “It” is probably much worse than any of us can possibly imagine. We are talking of a creature who has even less culture, less tact and less overall knowledge and education than that one-balled Austrian half-caste who wound up starting a world war and destroying most of Europe. We are talking about a monster who puts his money on Kyle Rottenhaus, a 17-year old SS wannabe who roams city streets killing whom he thinks are “untermenschen.” There is a strong possibility that it will refuse to leave the Bunker when it loses the upcoming election (assuming that he will lose or that there will even be an election) and that the military may have to unseat him. And seeing that its followers are obvious maniacs (possibly even more maniacal and diabolical than it is) any attempt to toss Dumpy out on its orange ass come January, 2021–once again, assuming Dumpy loses–will be met with fierce resistance from them.

What does this mean? It means, in layman’s terms, that no matter who wins in November we are facing the strong possibility of a violent coup. A revolution, in other words. It may not happen, but sadly it has happened here before, several times over, so there’s no point in losing one’s mind over the prospect of a national–and by logical extension, global–Fourth Reich.

So having come to the conclusion that the current occupant of the White Bunker is essentially a psychopath, a Nazi thug and hardcore criminal–what does one do next?

In order to fight the Enemy (yeah, I said it–do you think that that Orange Blob is your FRIEND??) one has to have a clear head. One has to know exactly what one is up against and exactly what one’s goals are in defeating the Enemy.

I will not waste any space deciding how one is to go about getting rid of the Alt-Right. I already stated three fucking years ago that they needed to be killed, and some readers thought I’d lost my mind. (Today the article seems a lot tamer when you consider that even The Nation, a perfectly respectable liberal-left-wing publication, is calling America a failed state.) But I was right. So what does one do–or, rather, what does one not do?

0. See the kid in the above image? That’s Keedron Bryant. Please, for the love of Christ, do not do what he just did. Don’t sing in front of a bunch of fat, burger-scoffing bigots about how much you want to live. You are not convincing these clowns of your humanity. Their minds were made up centuries ago. Besides–and seeing precisely what you are up against as a black person in the US, it makes you look weak and simple-minded. White supremacy doesn’t give a shit about your pity parties.

But if you insist upon not fighting white supremacy the way one should, then I highly recommend that you belt it out before Dumpy, right on the White House lawn. And also do the following:

By all means, do put together a so-called militia made up of alleged army veterans (who don’t know the first thing about handling assault weapons)–and lead them deep into the jungles of America’s shitholes. Make sure their leader is a failed DJ, psychopath and liar who believes in crackpot Hotep theories and whose every other word is a profanity.

Whenever cops, Trump supporters, Proud Boys, Boogaloo Boys, 3 Percenters, the Ku Klux Klan, Antonio Batista, or Andrzej “Zip-a-dee” Duda show up in your spaces, remain unarmed, unprotected, and always naively ask them why they are there. And always tell them that you love them. If you can’t do that, then argue with them. They like that. And when demonstrating, be sure never to carry first-aid kits, never to carry concealed weapons for self-defense, never wear protective gear such as gas-masks, etc. And always put yourself in harm’s way by NOT dropping immediately to the ground whenever the shooting starts. You’ll look real cool and fly with your head staved in from a rubber bullet.

Waste your energy in Afrocentric idiot’s babble; become a Hotep, the cult-nat version of the white alt-right. Be like “Doctor” Umar Johnson and cry about melanin and all that shit, while at the same time scamming your customer base to pay for your sex-trips to Thailand, Brazil, The Philippines, Hungary and other places. In addition you can also ride the ADOS train. And while on the ADOS train, don’t forget to stop over in Intersectionality-Land. That’s important.

As per the above (aka Intersectionality): Please make careful distinctions between yourself and other oppressed and persecuted peoples; always emphasize the fact that since you are non-binary sexually speaking, you have more of a say in the “rEvoLuTiOn” than those who are not. Always emphasize the fact that because you are more “melanated” (read: darker-complected) than the person standing next to you, you are actually MORE black and thus even MORE qualified to be a true “rEvoLuTiOnArY.” (And please ignore people such as Milo Yiannopoulous, Candace Owens, the late Herman Cain, Doja Cat, and that horse-faced, cross-dressing white racist shitstain with his basketball-dunking colored boyfriend.)

Remember that a “real” “rEvoLuTiOn” is built purely on raw emotion, fantasy, rage and what-not. Don’t ever plan anything. Moan, bitch, argue, split hairs, back-bite. Brag about your fucking background, whether you come from the upper-middle-class or the so-called “streets.” (Especially the latter, because we all know that being a so-called “street person” automatically makes you a revolutionary. And by all means bully anybody who doesn’t belong to your stupid little clique {please pronounce as “CLICK” to sound as stereotypically negroid as possible, because the”rEvoLuTiOn” is a minstrel show, can you dig it??}.)

Forget about discipline. This is especially true for American lefties. Don’t worry about all that shit. Revolutions are supposed to be fun. Revolutions are entirely spontaneous. True revolutionaries do not enforce rules of any kind. Discipline is just, like totally fascist, dude. Get drunk; get in petty fights over dumb shit. Smoke weed, sniff coke, crank, meth, bath salts, etc.; inject all kinds of crazy shit into your veins or stick it up your ass in suppositories (yeah, W.S.B.). And if you feel like it don’t prepare yourself and your group for dealing with future conflicts with violent far-right terrorists, which leads us to

Over intellectualize everything. The revolution is on paper. It’s about talk, about theories, about the academy. See number FIVE. You still have a stake in the system even though it is crumbling before your very eyes. Don’t make any preparations just in case the far-right terrorists totally freak out and try to annihilate you based on your color or sexual preference or religion or nationality. It’s just not that bad. In that case, you should not be reading anything P. Lewis has to say, because he’s just a headcase–a “butt-hurt Negro,” as some old mammy put it a few years ago.

Most importantly, never study your Enemy. Always moan and groan about how awful they are and how powerful and impregnable they are. (Low morale is important, you know.) Never learn the history of the opposing team. Never learn of their weak points. Always assume that they can beat you and if you are black, always use that as your iron-clad alibi (Because BLACK = WACK).

In reference to number EIGHT, always assume that the Enemy’s views of you and your culture are more valid than your own. Always assume that the Enemy is always right and you are wrong (because he/she is white, powerful, famous and has a lot of, you know, cash and shit). The Enemy is really your friend because he/she lives on the same block or the same apartment building as you do, or might even be a member of your family.

Don’t do a goddamned thing. Continue to believe that a future conflict is not in the making, and that this whole conflict will die down within a year or two, and that COVID-19 will just magically go away. By 2022, everything will be just like it was before 2014 or even 9/11/2001. After all, the Enemy said so.

¹The money came from “losers” and “suckers”–you know, your average American taxpayer.

On Criminals, Losers, and Suckers, and How NOT to Deal with Your Enemy in Ten Easy Steps "In case you didn’t notice, we’re being governed by armed thugs, criminals and traitors, who would as readily shoot you as spare you if it serves their purposes.

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speechqueens-blog · 6 years

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What If I’m a Black Woman Poetry Program

Ifrah Sahal 03/20/2018

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Angry Black woman by Imani Cezanne

This is my angry black woman poem. It’s loud. It’s angry. It’s black. It’s woman. It’s loud and it’s angry and it’s black and it’s woman because y’all love to watch us be loud and angry and black and woman.

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Till today the media portrays black woman as angry or uncivilized. Because of the color of differences in the color of our skin, texture of our skin, and facial features. We are viewed as less attractive than the other black girls. When a black girl has lighter skin, softer hair, and eurocentric features she is viewed as more beautiful than the other black girls The angry black woman a stereotype we black woman can never escape. This mentality needs to stop. Using the poems the average black girl by Ernestine Johnson, Angry black woman by Porsha O, What if I am a black woman by anonymous, and Angry black woman by Imani Cezanne you will learn how we black girls go through on a daily basis. The average black girl a poetry program.

Angry black woman by Imani cezanne

So, ask me why I’m mad. I’m mad cuz I’m paying attention. See, this country think they slick. Prefer I get sterilized than get birth control. Swear it was Janay Rice’s fault, ask if Rihanna hit him first, call Quvenzhane Wallis “Annie” instead as a reminder that beasts of the Southern wilds don’t get to name themselves Discuss the hair on Gabby Douglas’ head before the gold draped around her neck and how it looks nothing like a rope and chain because it represents America. I’m mad ‘cuz you still asking to touch my hair Mad the revolution will not be televised because you must have a perm to report it but the white girls wanna start calling’ their curls natural. Wearing’ braids and gelled’ baby hairs like that’s new. Demanding access to this experience when they will never know the crack of a nap conquering the comb, the raw of skin scrubbed red but not quite white., I’m mad because Vogue magazine traced the lineage of my features back to Kim Kardashian, because somewhere in America, Miley Cyrus is still twerking, while Iggy Azalea sips the ghetto through a straw like she’s on vacation. See everyone wants to be me but they won’t let me be me. They tell me to lower my voice, straighten my hair, no braids no buns no twists no afros no scarves. Less hood rat. Less Nicki Minaj more Aunt Jemima, told to keep this sweet smile full of syrup, this belly haughty and singing, this head bowed and these hands busy. I’m mad because racism, sexism, patriarchy, misogyny and colorism at the same damn time. Because they won’t even cast dark skinned women to play dark skinned women in movies about dark skinned women. Because every time my brother walks out that door, the words “Be safe,” kneel at my lips and I pray to a god I’ll only believe in if he brings my brother home alive.

Angry black woman by Porsha O

Let me just say that I am a very beautiful person.

I’m sweet, and intelligent, and funny, and awkward…And I just had to say that, Only because I’m a little tired of the stereotype about The angry Black woman. Whoop-de-doo, right? ‘Cause as you can see I am Black, And a woman, And I’m not angry at all. Hell, I’m pissed off! I’m mad as hell. I’m so mad,I’m gettin’ ready to break my foot off in everybody’s ass, But pretend this is class so I can tell you why I’m mad at the education system. Mad, ‘cause “education is the key,”Yet they keep the poor locked out. They get hand me down books And hand me down chairs. Hand me down teachers Who give them hand me down stares. I’m pissed off at gentrification. Pissed that the rich be robbing ‘hoods,And mad that Robin Hood was just a myth. I’m mad because Barbie is the standard of beauty. I hate that fruits and vegetables are so damn expensive, So how the poor gon’ eat healthy off some damn tater chips? I’m mad that the government and media are controlled by the same people, And those same people, Are the same people who control everything. I’m mad, I hate that I only got three minutes to say this poem And I got about ten minutes worth of angry. And believe it or not, I’m still pissed about slavery. That’s right, I’m still mad ‘Cause I still pick cotton off clothes racks And never rack up operations. Mad, because niggers call each other niggAs, I’m mad at Black men for reasons I don’t have time to list, I’m pissed off at hip hop, I’m pissed off at Black on Black crime, I’m pissed off that Ricky Rolls got all the crack And we can’t turn that ship back. I’m pissed the fuck off, I’m mad, Because above everything, At any given time and in any given space, I, as a Black woman, Can suffer from racism, homophobia, classism. I can be raped, beat, be burned alive and NO ONE, Not a single soul would look up to acknowledge my absence from this universe Because I am insignificant, Because I am a Black woman.

What If I am a black woman by Anonymous

What If I Am A Black Woman?

Is it a disease? Well, if it is, I sure hope it's catching

Because they need to pour it into a bottle,

label it, and sprinkle it All over the people

men and women who Ever loved or cried,

worked or died For any one of us.

So...What if I am a Black woman?

0Is it a crime? Arrest me!

Because I'm strong, but I'm gentle,

I'm smart, but I'm learning,

I'm loving, but I'm hateful.

And I like to work because

I like to eat and feed and

clothe and house Me, mine

and yours and everybody's,

Like I've been doing for the

past 300 years.

What if I am a Black woman?

Is it insane? Commit me!!

Because I want Happiness, not tears;

Truths not lies; Pleasure not pain;

Sunshine not rain; A man not a child!

What if I am a Black woman? Is it a sin?

Pray for me! And pray for you too,

If you don't like women of color

because we are... Midnight Black,

Chestnut Brown, Honey Bronzed,

Chocolate Covered, Cocoa Dipped,

Big Lipped,, and BEAUTIFUL

all at the same time!

What if I am a Black woman? I've got rights,

same as you! I have worked for them,

died for them, played and laid for them,

On every plantation from Alabama to Boston and Back!

What if I am a Black woman?

I love me, and I want you to love me too,

But I am as I've always been,

Near you, close to you, beside you,

strong giving, loving.

The Average Black girl by Ernestine Johnson

They say I’m not the average black girl because I’m so well spoken Poised, full of etiquette, a white man’s token You know I remember my ex’s mother telling me, “I didn’t know how I was gonna react when he brought home a black girl, but I like you because you talk so white.” But when did me talking right equate to me talking white? They say I’m not the average black girl No! No! Not the average black girl because the pigment of my skin is just a shade lighter than that black girl over there You know, the black girl over there The black girl with the nappy hair The black girls whose elbows can’t skip a day without lotion Whose hearts and heads are filled up with self-hate and bottled up emotion The cocoa brown girls who have to face society every day and be tough Because no matter how good they straighten their hair, their good is still not good enough Oh, but see. Luckily for me, see I don’t fall in that category, 'Cause you don’t wanna come off as one of those average black girls and come off as rude You know, popping their gum and shaking their neck Yeah, 'cause those black girls get like no respect But see luckily for me, see I get pass 'Cause the melanin in my skin matches that brown paper bag And when I speak, my tongue pronounces every syllable And the combed part down the middle of my hair is naturally visible Oh! Oh! It must be a weave or she must be mixed 'Cause we all know the average black girl ain’t got that good (shit) Or when I walk in a room full of white men, they all stare It must be the long lengths of my un-average black girl hair See! See, they say I’m not the average black girl because I corrected the professor when he used the word conversate. Converse! The word is converse And in case you didn’t get the memo, there are now eight not nine planets in the universe And when you’re watching the numbers on your stocks move up and down Remember Oklahoma, in a small town One of the first Wall Streets was a Black Wall Street that got mysteriously burned down Oh, they say I’m not the average black girl Well let’s flip this script and rewind this.Repaint the lines and have them blurred over time See, the average black girl that I know made 19 trips through the Underground Railroad to free the slaves Sat on segregated buses, refused to get up and paved new waves See, the average black girl that I know...were Egyptian queens ruling dynasties and whole of men Excuse me, why I set fire to this poem on my pen 'cause I am tired! Tired of the stereotypes black girls have fallen into because of American mentality I am sick and tired of being sick and tired But do you think the ones who say I’m not the average black girl even give a damn? No! So pardon me if I can’t openly accept your compliments Pardon me if I can’t openly accept your compliment It’s just the average black girl that I know… The average black girl that I know had courage that surpassed her every fear And fought for justice and equality year after year So as I construct these words, pardon me as I shed a tear Because I’m not half the black girl she was! I am not half the black girl she was! See, there’s a minor clause She was out there fighting, breaking and changing laws So I bow down to my black queen standing in the merit of her work And as America society continuously throws these supercilious words onto me I say, “No!” I am not the average black girl, I can only aspire to be.

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tryingfeminism2019 · 6 years

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Ellen made Queer television history. She was the first main character to come out and be openly gay on television and then she came out as personally gay and received a lot of hatred. Ellen has been criticized by many people inside and outside the LBGTQ+ community for not using her position of power to bring awareness about the LBGTQ+ community. Ellen, similarly to Opera practices respectability politics which I appreciate as a consumer. If Ellen was over the top and her whole persona was only being gay, I do not think she would be as well perceived within the community of television. I believe, she would not have been able to make as successful of a comeback post-Ellen. Before Ellen came out gay characters existed only as side characters within a show, she allowed for “queer lives [to] finally become part of mainstream television.” Ellen showed us how the LBGTQ+ community was just like everyone else. Her respectability and common sense politic made us like her. Her family oriented and giving nature made her relatable and hard to see in a negative light. She attempted to make coming out a non-event. Her hope was by this day today the act of someone coming out would elicit a so-what response. I do not think we have quite made it to the so-what response, but I think we are on the right track. My parent’s generation struggled with race and my generation will look back and say why did it matter what someone’s sexuality was. Just like the amount of melanin present in one’s skin tone does not change the way of the person, neither should their sexuality. A person’s sexuality does not define if that person is a good or bad person. And by making “gay lives appear as banal and unremarkable as the lives of other sitcom characters” gay characters become just another character. Queer television should not be historical, but society was/is not ready for just as they used to not be ready for a diverse cast to be played on television or the mention of pregnancy to be made in a show.

I struggle with Ellen comparing herself to a Gay Rosa Parks in her interview with Diane Sawyer, but also understand the point she was trying to make. To me it is almost harder to admit you are gay than it would have been for you to be of color or pregnant because those two things cannot be hidden. Those who are still closeted can pretend to be something they are not their whole lives to follow societal routines. I do also believe the analogy provided the world with a shock factor which got people talking about the situation and how absurd it is to label people as bad people due to the sexual preferences. The color of your skin and your sexual preference are both aspects of your life which you are born with. You discover the meaning of both as you age but you are who you are and what you look like when you are born. There is only so much you can change and Ellen’s comparison to the gay Rosa Parks was necessary, however the article did not unpack this aspect of Ellen’s history enough in my opinion.

While Ellen failed to have multiple seasons of the show, it did broaden the representational horizons of sitcoms while teaching us “that there are numerous ways to make queer television.” Ellen opened the doors for so many future sitcoms. In fact, same-sex couple are now even appearing on Disney channel. None of these shows portray main characters as gay but it is nice to see some representation across different genres. There is even a category of gay television on Netflix now. We have progressed far since Ellen first aired.

Ellen failed because people were not ready for a gay character every single week; however, with television changing Ellen’s character would not have to come out every week if the show was serial instead of episodic. Queer TV "Could make history as event television but not as what we might call 'uneventful' television." Due to our society being based upon a Christian narrative, having same-sex love scenes is agnostic in a biblical sense because woman was made of man and for man to co-exist with one another. When Ellen first aired 20 years ago, religion had yet to adapt to acknowledging the growing LBGTQ+ community. Media acts as a barometer for what society is doing, which is why firsts fascinate people. Firsts help to predict the future. Diversification of characters on television is a form of societal change and Ellen succeeded at this. Shows not only show the future they also show what the network executives are hung up on. In Ellen, she fears intimacy, but the lack of intimacy is more likely the networking fearing how to portray same-sex intimacy. Networks are criticized for modeling homosexual relationships off the hetero-normative relationships but then also criticized for making coming out and gayness too big of an event where it defines the whole character. Everyone is always going to be criticizing something but the point with Ellen is she did it. She came out. It defined her for awhile but now she is gay, but so much more. She is beginning to address political issues, she has her own successful talk show host, and her and her wife are both generous members in society.

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