Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Message to the Black, White, Man, Woman: GROW UP!!!

It has been a while since I've posted a full-on rant. This one has been building up for a while.

I have asked God for forgiveness in advance for my language and for saying the following. He knows that I am not saying it in vain, nor am I mocking Him, since I've thought the up-coming enough times. So here goes...

Jesus H. Christ!

Are you confused about what's happening on the black-white racial front right now? I sure as hell am--well, sort of. Okay, I'm really not that confused. What I am is this: tired. I've said so before. But, without going all the way back to the Old Testament this time, I'm going to outline toss against my monitor the more recent reasons for my fatigue.

I'm tired of black people acting like children and tired of white people treating black people like children. I'm also tired of black people getting pissed when someone treats them like adults.

I'm tired of the political Left feeding the infantilization of black people.

And, I'm tired of the political Right feeling the need to walk on eggshells around black people.

Both yesterday and today, I've pointed to Leftist infantilization, because it is the deadliest and the biggest load of shit.

On Facebook, I said:
Black people, in general, are treated as children by white leftists. As slaves. 
This is why white leftists freak out over black conservatives; we don't want to be their children/slaves. It is also why black leftist slaves call black conservatives "sell-outs": they think that we have been bought as well. 
Think about that. Leftists of any color cannot conceive of black persons as free: free in body, and, most especially, in thinking. 
A Facebook friend repeated my comment in a non-partisan political group and described the now-deleted response as a 'war.'

Then, on Twitter I said:
In response, a longtime blog friend, Darkstar, responded with this:
It is his long-held assertion that "plantation rhetoric" is insulting and hurtful.

Really? Is it not true that black Americans are, mostly, descendants of American Slavery? And is it not true that, since the 1960s, the Democrat Party has treated black Americans as political chattel? And is it not true that a significant number of black women and children have been fed, clothed, and housed for a couple of generations by government funds? What the Hell else is that but slavery?

And what about that "plantation rhetoric?" Why is it hurtful? Are black Americans ashamed that their ancestors were slaves? Why? And if some are ashamed, why do our Leftist-appointed black "leaders" and others keep bringing it up to throw in the face of white Americans?

Darkstar seems to think that conservatives (not a reference to the Republican Party) are saying "come on over to our plantation." But the tiniest bit of research into conservative ideology refutes that bullshit. What conservatives are saying to black Americans is this: "Build your own 'plantation.' And we are for a government that will get out of the way of you doing that very thing."

(And, by the way, a bunch of black people have recently burned down a town!!! Bet there are a lot of got-damn hurt feelings about that.)

And, please excuse me while I whip THIS out about "plantation rhetoric" and a few other items that have been annoying  the shit out of me for quite some time.

Why does every Leftist Tom, Dick, and Harry assert that every malady afflicting black Americans is the result of slavery?

And why does every white Rightist Tom, Dick and Harry say "I'm not a racist, but...?" Frankly, Scarlet, I don't give a shit if you are. Just stay out of the way of my life, liberty and pursuit of happiness and I'll stay out of the way of yours.

And why does every black Leftist Tom, Dick, and Harry want to get ancestral vengeance for this same slavery? Will that stop our dead ancestors from having been slaves? What about that job you keep whining about that the white man won't give you? If you kill him, he can't give you a damned thing.

And why does every white Leftist asshole--like this dipshit--want to understand "racism" whenever one black or a group of blacks fucks up?

And why does every Rightist Tom, Dick, and Harry assert that Barack Obama is not a "legal African American"--whatever the fuck that is--because his alleged father is a Kenyan Luo and his mother is a white American?

My biological father is also a Kenyan Luo and my mother is a black American descendant of American slaves. So, whenever this ridiculous assertion comes up, I always ask whether I am a half "African American." I never get an answer, not even an acknowledgement of how stupid that shit is.

Side notes: fuck Barack Obama for being a puppet of the Left and the Islamists and, thereby, fucking up my country; not to mention besmirching my tribe. Oh yes, and to those who keep repeating the totally, unadulterated bullshit about my tribe being Muslim slavers: fuck you, too.

And fuck the rest of you and your tender feelings./gratuitous

I almost prefer the hardcore white supremacist gearing up for the coming Race War or the black thug trying to break into my dwelling place to most of the rest of you. I can just plug either one of them, pray for them as they die, and bless them at least a little bit for not being so full of bullshit as a lot of you are.

A few words to my fellow Americans...

Stop opening up your legs and having babies for assholes and expecting the government to support you and your children, black women. You wonder why all they want to do is smoke blunts, steal shit and fight white people and each other? Look in the mirror.

Stop spreading your seed far and wide, then abandoning them to the government, black men. Oh and by the way, stop being thieves, murderers, drug dealers, rapists, etc. You wonder why your kids are stupid? You probably made some of them with your first cousin.

Stop doing all of the above, too, white people.

Stop being dupes to the racial hatred that the Leftist-controlled government has long been trying to gin up, black and white people--but, especially white people, since you are in the majority and are the main target for the ginning up.

Does it seem that I'm harder on the black people? Tough shit. It's because we are the ones who are fucking up the most. We have the most choices and, since the 1960s, we have made most of the wrong decisions.

Children whine when they are criticized. Adults consider the criticism and decide whether it's time to walk in a different direction or not.

Which one are you?

And to those of you who don't like this post, you are cordially invited to kiss my black African and American ass. It's like that today. Get over it.
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Saturday, November 22, 2014


I'm on the way to the post office to send the books and CDs that were ordered last week.

If you have ordered either and don't receive a personal email from me today, let me know. It probably means that I missed the order.

Cootie alert: whenever I handle any of the items being sent, I wash my hands first. Call it an acknowledgement of the Ebola (scare) age.

I have another welcome task to perform this weekend: upgrading the appearance and features of my book site! (Thanks To Tyrone Steels II.)

And there's one task that's more immediate: don't miss my Saturday column at Da Tech Guy, NLT 4PM ET.

I think I may change my tagline, since I have been repeating variations of it to whomever will listen:

A free woman does not expect to be given a job from another. She creates her own job.

I'd like to think that I have a responsibility even to those who donate and don't expect return. Unexpected returns are the best, as I well know.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Paperbacks on the Way

Just now received a load of 25 paperbacks. I have to sign them; they'll be in the mail tomorrow.

As for the disc copies, I'm waiting for a few items: more blank discs, more labels--and my laptop, which is being repaired. These, along with many other essential office items--including food--were made possible by all the sales and donations

For each sale, I will send an email letting each person know that the book is sent.

Oh! Tonight, I will be editing the re-tooled book site, where customers will be able to buy both paper and e-versions of the book! Will give a heads-up when I'm done.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Yesterday and Today

So I was sitting outside this morning, drinking my coffee and talking to God--per usual--and commenting on the difference between yesterday and today.

Yesterday, at the same time, I had been asking Him to solve some of my problems and asking him what He wanted me to do. (I don't believe that God is the Great Sugar Daddy in the Sky; He wants us to ask Him what to do, then act--whatever that action may entail.)

The advice to "ask and receive" applies here; receive information as to what to do. In my case, it was to take the resources I did have at hand and to use them: to tell my friends and readers what is going on and, as we know, that's what I did. And, oh my--I am still receiving. 

So the difference between yesterday and today is this: yesterday morning, I did not know, specifically, how my problems would be solved. And, this morning, my utilities are paid, one of my laptops will be fixed--to facilitate my writing--and, best of all, I'm preparing to send out dozens of copies of my novel, Tale of the Tigers. (The book site is about to be upgraded, courtesy of yet another spontaneous act of generosity from an old blog friend who saw a need. Hey, I'm a writer, not a website designer. /McCoy)

And, oh yes, my primary task today is sending Thank You notes. Each person will get one, but this post is a public, blanket expression of gratitude.

God bless you all, in Jesus' name; especially, you, Glenn Reynolds and a number of people who wish not to be named. Your names are known to God.That's for sure.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Bleg: Changes in My Life (UPDATE: Goal and Grateful)

Here's the situation: I lost my house and I am moving. I have roughly enough for the first and last on rent, but I need moving and storage fees (across town, behind the Mount Wilson Curtain, close to my church) and utilities. I have two weeks. Oh and also, my gas is turned off and I'd like to have it back on at least while I'm here in the house.
Here's one way I can both earn my moving/storage fees and lessen their potential amount: I'm selling several items on Craig's List. Surely someone in the LA area needs a treadmill.

To see the other items I'm selling over there, click on More Ads By This User.

Other ways to fund this move: buy my book--a lot of copies.
Paperback (link really fixed this time; you can get it at Amazon, but if you get it at this link, it will be autographed).
Ebook (also at Amazon).

Or donate.

To be honest, I always feel a little uncomfortable doing this. Then, when I read about this latest Provoker of Outrage--Jonathan Gruber, who was paid $400,000 of taxpayer money to lure Americans into Obamacare--I feel a little bit less like a beggar. At least you know what you're getting if you help me and I'm not strong-arming you.

Yes, I'm still writing Arlen's Harem, though I will likely change its focus and its title. In the meantime, please help me keep warm while I prepare to say goodbye to an old friend.

UPDATE: Love to all who have contributed and have bought books! And my gas bill is paid for, along with my Internet bill...

I suppose that I should set a top goal, so I will: $2000. The good news: I'm almost halfway there!

Blog plan at least for the next few days: the joys and pain of moving. And don't forget to check out my column at DaTechGuyBlog Saturdays and Tuesdays. I may be busier than usual for the next few weeks, but I won't be shirking my duties.

UPDATE: Re-edited the post and fixed some links. One of the things I will be able to do now: get one of my laptops fixed. Editing posts on a pad or on a Windows XP Desktop is difficult.

UPDATE: Paperback link really fixed this time. Where did all that extra code come from?