Being Black, I Can Get Darker Than Most Whites, Easy

"Go broke or ask me for money - we're finished."

This is encouraging - Mick Jagger's girlfriend, L’Wren Scott, killed herself because she was broke. Of course, Mick's always been notoriously cheap, so the idea he wouldn't help her out is likely. Question:

"'Taxi Driver', huh? You gonna kill everybody?"

If you don't do the deed (Scott supposedly found a “painless” way to do it, sure to be copy-catted) is there life after going broke?

"Did we hear you've fallen on hard times?"

I mean, in a country where success is only counted in shekels and compromising positions - and falling behind, financially, is worthy of disdain - why should anyone want to stay? Why hang around for the laughter, you'll inevitably receive, from the internet hyenas? (Hell, they tried to get me to do it when my mother died, so it doesn't take much.) If the only way to survive the cynicism is to become cynical yourself - and that seems to be the case - then how much would any normal person really want to live anyway?

Caucasians, bringing us their vision,...of humanity.

Personally, I've taken a page out of The White Man's Handbook and kind of flipped the script, out-cynicaling everyone, and adding a thicker layer of skin. You know, like how celebrities die in threes? I now look forward to fours and fives. That kind of thing. A Malaysia Airlines flight went down? Cool. They couldn't find Tupac or Biggie's killers, why expect anybody to find an entire airplane full of passengers? Leggo My Eggo, bitch.

"Damn, I wanted to have sex with him behind my husband's back."

The inevitable message white's dominant culture is sending - unmistakable to those of us with direct contact - has always been "Kill All The Buffalo - Do Whatever You Like - Nobody Cares".

Wheee!

So why would anyone bother to do so in return?

 

Surrealism: If You Can Make It Through This You'll Know

Tomorrow's Menu: Whiskey And A Cigar - For Breakfast

I'm writing this because the reaction, offline, is so unlike what I would've expected, it seemed necessary to blog it - so here goes: 

I had a heart attack a couple of days ago. 

Honest injun. While having my morning coffee, a serious thunderclap (for lack of a better description) occured in my chest, causing me to lie down and prepare for my exit, which is what I did.

I laid there for hours.

 

What I didn't do was call 9-1-1, or take an aspirin, or ask anyone for (or do anything to) "help." 

Why not? Because this is a feminist NewAge world now, so there's no trust for me to latch onto, which means we're no longer human, which means life ain't worth living unless you're a stupid animal, and (let's face it) anyplace where feminism, misinformation, and spiritual nonsense, are allowed to flourish and rule - over truth and justice - is definitely no place for me: 

I'm "a man" - all my wife's friends said that's what I'm guilty of - so I'm here only to be hunted:

From isolation in ghetto foster homes, to today, that's what I've been - only the faces have changed.

Gangstas, gay pervs - now I'm watching out for women trying to take advantage, too? 

Fine. Low-life's are scum, whatever guise they come in. 

Fuck them, and anything and everything they stand for.

I'm ready to die.

To be continued (maybe),...

Taking Them To School (For A Proper Education)

"After seeing the responses that threads about the Bible, voodoo, and circumcision always get, I'm certain that most people are irreversibly gullible and superstitious.  There was a time when I cared about helping people learn actual shit about the real world, but fuck that.  I want to make some money and starting a cult is a piece of cake.
 
You just find some emotionally vulnerable people with little to no education and start making ridiculous promises that can't really be disproven because they involve undetectable spiritual realms or events that happen after death or whatever else you want to throw in there.  It doesn't matter how stupid it is.  Large numbers of people will believe anything that a charismatic person says.
 
Make sure you program the persecution complex in there.  That way, when the skeptics inevitably start calling you out on your bullshit, your followers will rush to defend you.  Perhaps they'll even use violence!  Hooray!  Now you've got ultra-loyal bodyguards, worshippers to boost your ego, lots of money, and basically all the women are your harem, no Elijah Muhammad.
 
Then you buy some politicians and you're set for life."

-- "niggasislikeohmygodnotyou", declaring "My goal in life is to be a cult leader" in the comments section of the Hip-Hop blog called The Ill Community.

You gotta love it: the next post asks, "What you gonna base it on?"

Certain Bitches Shouldn't Read

NEW YORK (AP) - There's another side to Alicia Keys: conspiracy theorist. The Grammy-winning singer-songwriter tells Blender magazine: "'Gangsta rap' was a ploy to convince black people to kill each other. 'Gangsta rap' didn't exist."

Keys, 27, said she's read several Black Panther autobiographies and wears a gold AK-47 pendant around her neck "to symbolize strength, power and killing 'em dead," according to an interview in the magazine's May issue, on newsstands Tuesday.

Another of her theories: That the bicoastal feud between slain rappers Tupac Shakur and Notorious B.I.G. was fueled "by the government and the media, to stop another great black leader from existing."

Keys' AK-47 jewelry came as a surprise to her mother, who is quoted as telling Blender: "She wears what? That doesn't sound like Alicia." Keys' publicist, Theola Borden, said Keys was on vacation and unavailable for comment.

Though she's known for her romantic tunes, she told Blender that she wants to write more political songs. If black leaders such as the late Black Panther Huey Newton "had the outlets our musicians have today, it'd be global. I have to figure out a way to do it myself," she said.

-- From a My Way.com article.

Of course, she never considered she's too stupid to lead anything more than a dance troupe, did she? Screw cocaine - it's narcissism that's "one hell of a drug".