Been out of touch for just a week, and what do I find?
The Black Panthers Party has been accorded official law enforcement status, of at least can now issue death warrants. The fact that a court of the Star Chamber can be summoned in Florida. Quote:
“Let me tell you, the things that’s about to happen, to these honkeys, these crackers, these pigs, these pink people, these —- people. It has been long overdue,” Williams said in an interview. “My prize right now this evening … is gonna be the bounty, the arrest, dead or alive, for George Zimmerman. You feel me?”Sorry, we honkeys don't agree, much less"feel you".
John Derbyshire is coming under a lot of heat as a racialist. Let it be said that I have personally been robbed 5 times at gunpoint. Twice at my place of work (a Kinko's Kopies once, and at aDairy Queen in a very upper class neighborhood) (high school, for free ice cream), and three times as a pedestrian. The most recent occasion I was accosted by a ute with his date, who stood back and evidently had no idea who was paying for the date. That would be me. The Boyfriend has just held me up at gunpoint, and you have no idea. Enjoy your 40.
Is it racist for me to point out that I have never had a white man point a gun at me? Even the cops don't, and I'm big enough to be dangerous.
And this doesn't even count the bicycle theft at knifepoint when I was maybe 9 years old, at the local park Juneteenth festival. (No gun, doesn't count, perp was about 12.)
I do realize that there are other crimes that are considered to be offsetting. Banks have ripped me off from time to time, and I resent that too, but none of them ever threatened to kill me.
So I guess this makes me a racist. I'm not going to lie to you. I don't have a lot of colored friends. The family next door, a couple of cats I've worked with.
But here's a secret. I have precious few friends at all.
Yeah, I know a bunch of Black folks. And yeah, there are a lot of them that I've cut off, and I'm glad that I don't do that dope no more.
When I was doing that shit, I had 2 lists. There was the reefer list; mostly old friends Some homegrowers, some trafficantes (OGF used to move mar gee wanna. Spent 5 years in fed girl lockup. No, it ain't like that)
Then there were the others. A bit of meth, a bit of crack, special this-time-only deal on the best that could be found in the diplomatic bag. That's where gun control becomes a dead letter.
Thing is, I knew the folks on list 1.
List 2, though, different matter.
Smack dealer is doing blow to keep a competitive edge, and the crack dealer is shooting smack to round off the edges.
My old neighbor, when I used to live in a crackhouse, asked me if I could fine out the trigger of his 1911. He was pointing it up my nose..
I said "sure. dude" and pretended to file off the sear. Then I called the cops. Held the gun 'cause he knew I was a good dude on fixing things.
My recompense on this thing? The landlord's girlfriend ad been scoring crack from him . and had no idea
that he was a serial killer. Therefore I has the problem and I was evicted