I Ain't Mad at 'Cha

The hilarity of life continues.

The NAACP is putting all their donations to good use by unleashing an all out campaign against white 20 year old college students. I suppose I'm the only one totally confused by the new racism battlefield.

Some how a bunch of college students dressed in big baggy clothes and bandannas, drinking malt liquor and waving toy guns around is not what the NAACP should be focusing on. They're making a fuss about a girl padding her pants with pillows to have a big butt.

How is that racism unless we are saying malt liquor is the official beverage of black people? Are they saying no white people drink malt liquor? Is it offensive for a white people to gather en masse and drink 40's? Are we announcing our pride in the portrayal of black people as "thug ganstas"? Do only black people have the exclusive right to dress in baggy clothes and bandannas?

I don't consider that to be what black people are about, so I'm not as outraged as I would be as say... if 2 white officers arrested a pregnant African woman and took her to jail despite her pleading with them that she was bleeding and may be having a miscarriage. (that same woman after spending 12 hours in jail did in fact have a miscarriage and lost her baby). That would be an assault on the basic rights entitled to all people. That would show a cold, callous lack of respect for another human being. That is an outrage and worthy of a protest or march.

A couple of drunken white fools doing what, quite frankly, we promote as our "culture", our "way of life" doesn't really get me going. We can't revel in the image of thuggery and gang banging and drinking and smoking and get mad when someone else does it. As if they, the mighty white offspring, should live high on their golden hills and never debase themselves in such a fashion as to dress and act the way the negroes do. If its wrong to get together drink malt liquor with guns, weed and women with phat asses then a lot of black people need some harassment. I can say with certainty that somewhere in America that same day (perhaps at the same time) there was a real gansta party going on with real bitches, real blunts and real brew.

Nobody was made at that.