“We have got this tailspin of culture, in our inner cities in particular, of men not working and just generations of men not even thinking about working or learning to value the culture of work, so there is a real culture problem here that has to be dealt with,”
Paul Ryan-MSNBC on line April 30, 2014
So Paul is concerned about the "brothers" is he? He is much too generous with his attention but how nice it is that he's thinking about us. Now I've got a pass here. I live in a small rural Missouri town so he ain't talking about me. He's just talkin' 'bout the "brothers". We all know what he's talking about. Cliven Bundy sure did.
“I want to tell you one more thing I know about the Negro,” he said. Mr. Bundy recalled driving past a public-housing project in North Las Vegas, “and in front of that government house the door was usually open and the older people and the kids — and there is always at least a half a dozen people sitting on the porch — they didn’t have nothing to do. They didn’t have nothing for their kids to do. They didn’t have nothing for their young girls to do.
“And because they were basically on government subsidy, so now what do they do?” he asked. “They abort their young children, they put their young men in jail, because they never learned how to pick cotton. And I’ve often wondered, are they better off as slaves, picking cotton and having a family life and doing things, or are they better off under government subsidy? They didn’t get no more freedom. They got less freedom.”
Aaron Blake, Washington Post on line, April 24, 2014
You see, we all know who we're talking about here (wink, wink, nod, nod.) We're talkin' 'bout those lazy layabout "intercity blacks", not the good kind of negros like me. No sirree, you won't hear me runnin' this country down, thank you very much! We're talkin' about those crack smokin', baby abortin', malt liquor swillin', absentee fatherin', good for nothin', to jail goin', noncotton pickin', welfare check cashin', big dick havin', basketball playin', low down bass guitar thumpin', black skin wearin' , no job workin', big liped, curly hair growin', big butt lovin', fried chicken and watermelon eatin', natural rhythm havin', white woman lustin', booty butt chasin', moral turpitude lackin', Kardashian girl marrin', menthol cigarette smokin', habitually fornicatin', rap music listenin', shiftless, licentious, inter city blacks! You know, the kind that are simply ruinin' this beloved country of ourn. It all makes me get down on my knees and pray to God thanking him for making my parents raise me in a small rural town. He saved me from a life of sloth and guiltless, hedonistic debauchery. Whewww... dodged a bullet on that one. Although, I do feel bad about missing out on that whole big dick havin' thing. I only had my poor little nine incher to get me by back in the day (you know us black folks, 999,) but
just barely. Now I can only sit back and dream of what could have been. Longing for the road not taken. It boggles the mind to think what kind of pipe I could have been swingin' if I'd have only grown up just offa Martin Luther King Boulevard. One can only wonder.
I have though, come to the conclusion that the problem we have here is that Pauli and Cliven are just spending way too much time in "the hood." When I think about all the research time these two selfless defenders and students of the plight of this country's urban male population have spent in gaining their well deserved PhD of the streets; well, it just makes me wanna cry. Since they've both obviously become experts on "the negro" and other indigenous inhabitants of the inner city, I think they've earned a break. They just need to get out more. Broaden their horizons. Get out and see more of the country. Meet with some of their
own people.
I tell you what, to that end, I'm inviting Paul and Clive to get out of the "inner city" for a change, and come on down here to rural Missouri. I could take them on an anthropological journey through some of our better trailer parks that we're know for. Take 'em down the crystal meth highway. Missouri didn't become the meth capital of the country for nothin'. If they want to see white folks sittin' in the little yards in front of their trailers swillin' Wild Turkey with Budwiser chasers, then come on down. And before you can say 'where's all da white women?" you'll be knee deep in white trash nirvana. I'll bet if you're really nice they'll let you shoot the shot gun when everybody gets together and shouts "Yeah Hoooooooo" when the party really gets going. That's quite a honor. And I'll show them some Caucasian behavior that they'll find hard to forget.
They think the British have dental problems, you just wait til I show these guys some of their kinfolk with meth mouth. They could learn how to get red phosphorus offin an ordinary book of matches. Find out how to buy just enough organic solvents so as not to arouse the suspicios of the guy workin' for minimum wage down at Lowes. They could learn the best kept secrets for the fastest way to get pseudoephedrine out of those pesky God damn blister packs. Boy oh boy will we have fun guys.
So if any of you folks out there happen to know Congressman Ryan or Citizen of the planes, Buffalo Clive Bundy, do me a solid and pass along my invitation. Perhaps there's someone in Connecticut who could arrange a similar tour of the heroin epidemic there. Maybe these guys could get their dicks sucked by a heroin addict that's just about to go into withdrawals. Junkies will do almost anything for their next "dose." I'd offer that here but with that whole meth mouth thing, well... you understand.