It’s disgusting, seeing child sponsorship commercials with all the African babies covered in flies. You can’t watch television without seeing them plastered on your screen. This is blatant exploitation. If these organizations actually cared about them, you wouldn’t see the infestation. Isn’t it common sense to clean them up before filming? Every parent in their right mind would immediately scrub down a filthy child!

Emphasis outweighs love. They take advantage of misfortunes and sufferings, using manipulative tactics to garner fame and profit. People who care don’t need guilt trips to make monetary donations because those who do never cared in the first place, only giving the least amount to feel like they made a difference. They stick photos of their pet child on refrigerator doors as a pat on the back for the nickels they send each month.

Black people are objectified for personal gain. This is the reason we see a new trend of celebrities adopting African babies. Without providing for the families, which could be easily accomplished by their financial status, offspring are stolen to bring themselves glory in the limelight.

Objectification is also idolatry. Why else would they exclusively focus on Africans and not other races that live in poverty? Society has been trained to worship Black people, resulting in the dumbest forms of racial propaganda like it’s cool to be Black.

I’m talking about the racial propagandist likes of Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson who force interventions on people, brainwashing them into idolatry. These so-called civil rights activists focus on the stupidest things, and all hell breaks loose with the slightest mention of “nigger”.

WHY DON’T YOU LET THE RACIST BE A RACIST AND FOCUS ON REAL ISSUES?!

Did you ever hear about the Sean Bell shooting incident that took place in the New York City borough of Queens on November 25, 2006? He and his two friends were holding a bachelor party in a strip club that was being investigated for prostitution. One of the men, Joseph Guzman had an argument with a woman inside and threatened to get his gun, prompting Officer Gescard Isnora to call for backup.

The team confronted Bell and his companions before they could leave the premises, while Isnora identified himself and ordered them to stop the car. Instead, Bell accelerated and hit him, then an unmarked police minivan. Guzman reached for his weapon and Isnora called out “gun”. They opened fire, killing Sean Bell and injuring the others.

It was then that the Black civil rights activists cried out bloody murder. They praised and blessed the hit and run offender for being another victim of racially charged police brutality, despite the fact that Officer Gescard Isnora was an African American. Sean Bell, who had been arrested three times, twice for drug dealing and once for firearms possession was a victim.

Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson, the two spineless hypocrites are the biggest racists of all. They make huge deals over nothing and exploit the Black community for money. They fuel the fire between races by bringing it up all the time.

These people have created an atmosphere of deceit where Black people can do no wrong. Anything less is considered racism. The hypocrisy is mind-boggling because not only is worship racist, it’s based on exploitation.

BLACK HISTORY MONTH IS EXPLOITATION

Why is there an entire month dedicated to one race? It’s idolatry, and yet if a month was dedicated to Whites, there’d be an outrage. Black History Month was created as a ploy to suppress White Guilt that shouldn’t even exist. Black History Month is the greatest oppressor of humanity. It’s a fraud!

Not to mention, Black Entertainment Television, as well as the fact that most Black characters in Hollywood are idiots. Think about Chris Tucker (‘Rush Hour’) and Tracy Morgan (‘Cop Out’). Movies like ‘Barbershop’, ‘Soul Plane’, and ‘White Chicks’ are complete garbage, while Tyler Perry is an anti-Caucasian Black supremacist. His films are not only stupid, but they never fail to include bigoted White characters. These directors and producers don’t have the brain capacity to recognize that their racially prejudiced agendas are backfiring as they depict Black people as the most discriminatory and ignorant ethnic group. Only racists and self-loathing White liberals turn a blind eye and think it’s funny.

Yet the same ones who supposedly love their race can’t even accept their own hair. Oprah Winfrey is conformed to the deception from the media that the original African woman is deemed unattractive, where having light skin and delicate features is the only form of beauty. The evolution of Oprah’s face is patterned to look like other races. How often do you see Black women in the media without straightened hair or a weave?

Oprah Winfrey only campaigned for Barack Obama because he was half Black, and politicians use slavery reparations as a way to buy voters. These fictitious puppets might continue preaching equality until they’re blue in the face, but they’re all liars because it’s always a race issue for them. If they really loved Black people, they wouldn’t be living in their million-dollar mansions.

Do you honestly think the people who adopt African babies would ever be caught dead with an African companion? In fact, there’s a great deal of discrimination against Africans within the Black community when they’re seen as inferior. This is why a lot of ignorant Blacks think they need to develop a sense of culture and heritage. If they really wanted it, they should go back to Africa!

But yet they frown upon their ancestors because they’re still living in manure huts and eat people? Who’s ignorant now? To say the average African has a healthier diet would be an outrageous understatement, especially compared to “soul food”, one of the biggest killers of Black people. It however, has been embraced with open arms by the deceived.

What these hypocrites don’t understand is that they’ve already bought into the hidden exploitation, and so hip-hop and gangster rap was created. Apparently, calling each other “niggers” and jumping around like a bunch of crazed apes is culture. African slaves who suffered through unspeakable turmoil are turning over in their graves!

Have you seen the filth in rap videos? The abuse of Black women? No wonder there are so many single Black mothers on welfare.

So according to this culture development, Black men are only men if they’re man enough to treat their women like “hoes” and participate in criminal activities. They don’t even know that wearing baggy pants is nothing more than a tradition spawned from prison to promote availability for anal sex.

And what’s all this foolishness about Black men having giant penises? It may be taken as a compliment, but this is also exploitation. What are they, animals? Calling a Black person a monkey is racist, while doing so for other races isn’t because that’s exactly what our society thinks of Blacks, but the offended are too dim-witted to realize that acknowledgment is the real insult.

What most people fail to recognize is that the theory of evolution is based on racism. Published on November 24, 1859, Charles Darwin’s ‘On the Origin of Species’ in its full title was called ‘On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life’.

Darwin, the flaming racist believed that some races (i.e. Blacks) are inferior to others. He concluded the existence of living “primitive races” was one of the strongest evidences for evolution, and that they’re evolutionarily between the “civilized races of man” and the gorilla. Evolution served as a justification towards slavery because the unfavoured were “proven” to be sub-human.

The ultimate form of Black exploitation however, comes from none other than Margaret Sanger, the founder of Planned Parenthood. She wrote an article called ‘The Case for Birth Control’ (first published in the Woman Citizen, Vol. 8, February 23, 1924, pages 17-18). In the last paragraph, she wrote: “When children are conceived in love and born into an atmosphere of happiness, then will parenthood be a glorious privilege, and the children will grow to resemble gods. This can only be obtained through the knowledge and practice of Birth Control.”

Grow to resemble “gods”? This sounds like Lebensborn, Adolf Hitler’s breeding program that aimed for the growth of a superior nation, where partners had to be racially pure and biologically fit. Not surprisingly, Sanger gave a lecture to the women’s auxiliary of the Ku Klux Klan in Silver Lake, New Jersey in 1926.

Did you know one of the objectives of Planned Parenthood was to stop minorities from procreating? It was an attempt to eradicate the poor, stupid, and unattractive. They still set up clinics in third world countries and ghettoes, giving out free birth control.

A lot of people have this false sense of self-reassurance: “It’s okay, really! They’re in horrible conditions anyway, so getting rid of a few is a good thing!”

They’re closet racists who are BLIND. Think about the logic here. Why don’t they give out free medicine that costs nothing to drug companies instead? Why don’t they give out restaurant food that goes to waste every single day to the starving?

Birth control, especially abortion is being used to decimate the Black race, and again, it goes back to evolution; survival of the fittest.

FACT: Black people are exploited without even knowing how deceived they are.

Black people, it’s time for you to smarten up and open your eyes to the hypocrisy of a society that abuses your liberties. Don’t let these fools define and exploit you. Culture and heritage comes from within, not from those who despise you. Have pride that doesn’t serve as an insult to your individuality. Reproduce within your own blood because the future is what you make of it. You have that choice.

YES YOU CAN

I’m so sick of hearing these boastful racists claim they’ve won and that Whites lost because Barack Obama is the President of the United States…

No, Black people won NOTHING. The only ones who lost were Republicans and Democrats who supported Hillary Clinton. Other races, as well as Caucasians voted for Obama.

I thought race didn’t matter, but the same people who supposedly fight for equality are the biggest hypocrites of all. They’re the ones who fuel the fire between races by bringing it up all the time!

“Oh wow, the first Black President!”

No, he’s White! He’s just as Black as he is White! But yet the main focus is on his skin colour…

Black, Black, Black, Black, Black!!!

SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP.

If he’s half Black and half White, I’m calling him a White man. It’s the side I want to choose.

BARACK OBAMA IS WHITE!!! HIS MOM IS WHITE! HER MOM IS WHITE! HER DAD IS WHITE! HIS PARENTS ARE WHITE! IN 2010, AMERICANS STILL HAVE A WHITE PRESIDENT!

Of course, if I said he was Black, no one would disagree. Did you know that on official documents, if you’re 1/8 Black and 7/8 White, you’re Black?

In order to qualify as White, you have to be 100% White. If you’ve been tainted by nigger blood, you’re out of the Aryan Brotherhood, brother!

That’s what the Morons are doing in Salt Lake City. Why do you think they’re so into their family trees besides inbreeding? They’re trying to prove how White they are with their genealogical library.

See how stupid people are? I’m supposedly a racist for speaking against White oppression and racial propaganda, yet these closet Black supremacists continue to pull the race card, over and over again.

You know what? Anyone who’s for Obama is a racist. The only reason they support him is because he’s White!

If he was 100% Black, he wouldn’t have even been a candidate! The only reason he was elected is because he’s half White. That’s the half they like. And we’re supposed to get excited and rejoice because a Black man became President?

BARACK OBAMA IS WHITE

Eight years ago this evening, I wrote the letter below to a local television station when they did a series called ‘What Women Really Want’. It won me a pair of tickets to a WrestleMania X8 convention in Toronto, one of the most chauvinistic events ever?

Dear CityPulse,

It’s a good thing that you’re informing the men out there in regards to treating a lady right. I appreciate the fact that you’re trying to reach out to the ones who aren’t as aware. However it seems to me you’re missing the point.

You talk about respect and all, yet you don’t mention anything about what matters. What matters is the essence of equality. Segregation is the key to the lack empathy towards the opposite sex in our society. Most men fail to understand that we’re not very different. I don’t mean to be politically correct, but as a man, ‘honesty, respect, and trust’, the solid foundation of a relationship, is important to me. My point is this. What matters to men, what matters to women… matters to both sides. They’re mutual desires.

Maybe I’m still young, and maybe because of that I can only grasp the innocence of humankind, but I know that we all have the same emotional needs. I hope you will help the men understand what I’ve just stated above.

Keep up the good work Ms. Pierson!

Sincerely yours,

Ricky

So of course I went, with my sister. It was free after all! Mind you, this was before I discovered the art of peeing freely and my wheelchair couldn’t fit inside the men’s room. I had to use the ladies’ while everyone else waited in line.

Wait. So what women really want is that I use their restroom and make them hold it in?

It makes me sad how so many women feel the need to wear makeup, while some won’t even go outside for a small moment without it. Don’t they know how beautiful they already are?

And it’s not a matter of pride or arrogance, that if a woman understood her elegance she’d become stuck up. It’s modesty.

We’re living in a day where the female gender is challenged in the area of outer appearances. Women are expected to look perfect, and they’re subjected to this expectation from a very young age. When complementing children, it’s always boys who are acknowledged for intelligence. For girls, they’re rendered into nothing more than the superficial.

“Oh, you’re such a little princess, you’re so pretty!”

But even more unfortunate, we think nothing of such things. Shallowness is accepted almost everywhere we go.

Unlike dressing scantily clad, makeup actually has nothing to do with shallowness. Rather, it’s a necessity that has been indoctrinated into our mindset as a society. The main reason for wearing makeup is that a lot of women were trained to think they aren’t good enough. Modesty disallows their acknowledgment that imperfections define perfection.

We need to get back to the basics and return to the foundation of what makes women beautiful. The answer can only be found in one thing that any sane person would overlook: armpits.

Strange, you might think, but I’ve always thought the small fatty part that squishes between a woman’s armpits is uniquely adorable. It’s often perceived as unattractive, but as far as breastesses are concerned, asking for a peek every now and then, even half, will help her realize that a little is just as important and special as both of them are. The key to redefining romance is when she understands everything about her makes you weak to your knees.

So how on earth can we justify neglecting armpit squishes? They might be a migration of boob fat molecules, but they’re still worthy nonetheless and should be treated with the same respect and ogling.

Armpit boobs are a picture, a reminder that the little things are what count for most. If we open our eyes to even the miniscule of miniscule, it gives us the opportunity to retrain our minds to once again appreciate women for everything they are.

Being a woman isn’t easy. There are stresses we may never comprehend, like the fact that motherhood is a full-time career, multiplied by two, and how they have to endure agony and more to breathe the gift of new life into this world. Women are the ones who continually care for friends and family, without much time to consider themselves.

Shouldn’t we take that extra step forward and make the conscious effort to show her the truth, not because of what we think, but who she is, regardless of how she might feel at the moment. The more we show her, the more it’ll be revealed to us because that is the way of a woman. It’s about letting her modesty become a reflection of how she may want us to love her. It’s to let her inspire us to discover and rediscover her so we can be a reminder to her.

The truth being: she’s beautiful, because of her alone.

She is the foundation.

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with a little makeup here and there, only we need to keep in mind that it’s unnecessary. Makeup after all is to accentuate beauty, not mask it.

It’s to encourage her not to mask freckles, and that every one of them is like a star to wish upon, only they lead to something more than the wonders of the universe: her heart.

And maybe, just maybe, it might encourage her to look deeper inside. She may find the most fascinating girl she has ever met. She can be the girl of her dreams, and all she needs is a little effort because you chose to love her a little more.

When she knows how much you love and want to love her, smiles will find their way to your eyes. It’s the moment her gracefulness washes over you like a gentle summer breeze, like dancing in the dark without music. The rhythm of her heart becomes a waltz to the pathway of now and evermore…

She might ask, “Does this make me look fat?”

Remember to answer with complete honesty: “No, but your armpit is fat and I love you for everything you are.”

Dear Cookie,

I made a jar for you in pottery class. It was supposed to be a flower pot, but instead it decided to leak. So I stuck a sign with your name on it since effort counts for the most. I put it on the kitchen counter, only to forget throughout the day. When I lay in bed, it was then that my tummy growled.

You frustrate me you know, waking me in the middle of the night, the way you fly all over the place. Yet you surround me with angelic whiteness, brushing against my nose and cheeks. Within the complexities of our love/hate relationship, passion drives my desire to throw liquid on you, stirring you up in anger. Your stickiness seduces my fingers to play with you, twirling in and out.

I want you, you delicious blob of yummy! I want to eat you up already.

Buttering up the sheet, spooning you onto it, I realize every dollop and imperfect lump defining you is perfect. You’re adorable the way you are. All I want is to warm your heart, melting you deep inside. I can’t resist making you hot and gooey, even if I’m to miss you for a while.

I place you on the rack, and a tear rolls down my face in fear of how you might turn out. I don’t even know if you’ll survive. I have faith in us though, and I’ll be right here waiting for you.

Looking upon your fragility from the window pane, tears dry from excitement and my face is flush with crimson. I thought it was you at first, but as it turned out, the oven heat reddened me. I don’t care anymore, for you’re the one who makes me drool, even more so than Pantene girls. Watching you bake in your bubbly self, my anticipation grows. Your inviting aroma is my sweet intoxication.

And here you are, cooling off on the table. I suppose it’s not good to forget you just came from the oven as you’re mighty hot, my dear. I gently blow in your direction, seeing if I can persuade you, but I need to be patient, for you and only you.

As I place your edges upon my quivering lips, it burns a little, only to continue anyway. I make love with your scrumptious softness as you melt inside my mouth. I yearn to finish quickly, but I want to take pleasure in and savour you. I roll you around my tongue a few more times and take another bite, until I make you crumb. Until we crumb together.

Dear Cookie, it’s been a while since I’ve had you and now, I’m missing you once more. I didn’t even get to share the crappy jar I made.

Ashes to ashes, crumbs to crumbs, passing through the shadows of the valley of my digestive tract, your demise will be the creation of something beautiful. Remember me, for I will remember you for every fibre of your being. In them, I will give birth to our love child. I will name him Pookie.

Yours,
Ricky