Anti-Matter
Originally Posted at LTMFK
I was talking politics with some dudes during lunch. I reiterated some dumb shit I wrote here recently, about how I thought the Palestinians should get back some of that “stolen” land. The Jew in the group immediately called me an anti-Semite, like most Jews do. And we went on ripping on each other’s cultures and shit. I talked about his Yarmulke-wearing, matzah ball-eating relatives. He talked about my corn bread, collar green, fried chicken-eating ancestors.
By the way, chicken is good. I don’t give a fuck. I love chicken. My black, big lipped, rap music loving ass loves him some chicken. I ain’t for the watermelon. But I can eat me some chicken. Now if that makes me a Sambo, shuck and jiving ass Negro, then that’s just what I am. I don’t give a fuck.
Anyway. Getting back to the crap. The shit ended with him walking away from the group like the little beyotch he is. And, of course, like most racists, I felt greatly superior for standing up to the Jew. The thing is, I initially took the argument pretty lightly. I honestly didn’t feel like it was that big of a deal. But certain shit that he said kept coming back on me over and over again. I just couldn’t let shit go.
It hit me that the little bastard had subtly called me a liar several times. He hinted that I was nothing more than some Ghetto trash, when he kept comparing my family to a group of squirrels, or tree rats as some people call them. And he made disparaging remarks about my appearance, focusing on my slight beer belly (I love you, navels). He topped it off by saying that I was an underachieving son of a beyotch.
And the truth is, I’ve said filthier shit about my family and myself. But hearing this shit from him, for some reason, seemed to really piss me the fuck off. Who the fuck did this white boy think he was? I could have beat the shit out of him with both hands tied behind my back. I’ve stomped the shit out of people who’ve said worser to me. And I let this little pussy ass prick get away with murder. I took that shit with a smile on my fuckin’ face like some fuckin’ retard. Sickening!
Beyotch had the nerve to get mad because I couldn’t give a shit about Israel, piece of dirt filled dookey hell. Fuck Israel. Fuck the land. Fuck the people. Fuck the muthafuckin religion. Now, does that shit make me a racist? If it does, then I don’t give a fuck. I’m a racist.
There. I said it. I’m a fuckin’ racist. I can’t stand white people. There. You happy. And that’s just too fuckin’ bad for the Jews in the group. Because, as we all know, a Jew ain’t nothing but a white dude that other white dudes hate. That’s what Jew means. Look that shit up in the dictionary. I ain’t lying.
Dude thinks he gets a pass because he’s Jewish. A Jew could give a shit about a black man. Talking that dumb shit like we’re in the same boat. There ain’t no same boat. I don’t give a fuck who you are, black, Jew, Latino, woman, Asian. It don’t matter. We’re all persecuted. But we all ain’t in the same boat.
It’s like that shit with those racist stamps down in Mexico. Up north, we’re supposed to be all brothers, but down south, those devils still do shit in black face. To them, we all ain’t the same. I turned on Univision, or Telemundo, one of those Spanish stations. And guess what I saw: some dude, dark skinned and all, with facial features like a fuckin’ monkey. Saw another show with some dude in black face acting “nigger” like. And this shit was broadcast in America.
Ask them black Mexicans, those black Puerto Ricans, those black Cubans. Those dudes’ll tell you. No matter where you go. No matter who you think you’re affiliated with. In the end, a nigger is always a nigger. If you happen to do some dumb shit and become a black Jew, in the end, you’ll always be a Nigger Jew. Black Israelites know what the fuck I’m talking about.
So, I don’t give a fuck. I got the right to speak the truth. There ain’t no unity. There ain’t no us. There’s them. And then there’s us. And that’s just how I like it. Straight, no chaser. Stop the bullshit. There ain’t no America. Whether you’re in the country, down south, up north, out west, downtown or uptown, suburb or city, project or townhouse, no matter where you live, hold this shit to be self-evident:
When the dust settles, in the end, there’s only them and us.
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