The Race Card is now officially DEAD.
So unless you are dealing with a card carrying SkinHead or KKK no Black person will be allowed to use the race card against a White person.
If you are Black, healthy, sane, do not have a job and don’t support your children, you are NOW no longer oppressed. You are just another lazy and worthless human bum.
If you are Black, healthy, sane, you do not have a job and you have a few kids roaming the streets with no fathers , you are NOW no longer disenfranchised. You are just another stupid, slovenly whore.
You no longer get a pass with vile insults and insinuations without proof against others. The lies and horrible accusations that you crapped upon the President, that he had to take, are now yours. You wanted and demanded it, you got it, and so you better get a thick skin pretty damn quick.
Remember, When the President Elect Obama takes office and screws up I will chop him off at the knees, just as I have George Bush. I pray that this never has to happen but knowing his past politics I have my doubts.
Your Man now sits at the head of the table and he did not get there by Black votes alone.
Welcome to the White mans world, we eat our young.
This famous poem, written by Britain's imperial poet, was a response to the American take over of the Phillipines after the Spanish-American War.
Take up the White Man's burden--
Send forth the best ye breed--
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
To wait in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and wild--
Your new-caught, sullen peoples,
Half-devil and half-child.
Take up the White Man's burden--
In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain
To seek another's profit,
And work another's gain.
Take up the White Man's burden--
The savage wars of peace--
Fill full the mouth of Famine
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your hopes to nought.
Take up the White Man's burden--
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper--
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go mark them with your living,
And mark them with your dead.
Take up the White Man's burden--
And reap his old reward:
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard--
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah, slowly!) toward the light:--
"Why brought he us from bondage,
Our loved Egyptian night?"
Take up the White Man's burden--
Ye dare not stoop to less--
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloke your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent, sullen peoples
Shall weigh your gods and you.
Take up the White Man's burden--
Have done with childish days--
The lightly proferred laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years
Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgment of your peers!
Rudyard Kipling, The White Man's Burden, 1899