The Gospel of white fascism (Part 40)...Donald Trump, gov't shutdown(s), falling incarceration rates, the criminality of Black economics, and the acculturation of drawing order outta' chaos...

“It’s been a long time, I shouldn’t have left you without a strong rhyme to step to, think about all the weak shows you slept through—time’s up, I’m sorry I kept you.”

—Rakim, from the song, “You know you got soul”

“The rift between Black men and women is irreparable, and the campaign to save the Black family is officially dead.”

—a comment made on my Blog, by a “Pro-Black” sista, named Monique, in 2014

“…THERE IS NO RECONCILIATION WITHOUT ATONEMENT; until they (Black women) can confess to and suffer the consequences of screwing us (Black men) over, there’s no use in talking about ‘Black Love/Black Unity’.”

—a comment made on my Blog, by a (brilliant) young brotha, who’s a “Black Men’s Rights Activist”, named “Kev” in 2017.

To the readers of this Blog: Beyond apologizing for letting life “thangs” get in the way of my obligation(s) to post weekly editorials here, I must confess, that sometimes, I feel like a fool for betting on (as corny as it sounds) “Black Love”. And mind you, the above comments (with the exception of the song lyric), are only the tip of the iceberg, when it comes to the glacier-sized insidiousness of our people’s self-hatred. But trust me when I say, that even though I consider these comments to be completely erroneous, I definitely see where this brotha and sista are coming from.

And with that said, here’s why I can’t subscribe to their points of view…

Now, this is the part when you’re probably thinkin’, okay, he’s about ta’ wax philosophic on looking at Black dysfunction(s) in the context of the white fascism that created them—or, he’s gonna’ preach a sermon ‘bout the importance of home-schooling our children…

Actually…no.

At least, not right now. *smiles*

But I will admit, that the reason I’m ultimately bettin’ on US is, I’m a bit biased. And let me expound on what I’m talkin’ about, ‘cause I’d be doing the family a disservice If I didn’t say this about myself. I grew up with Black parents who stayed married for 40 years. Mind you, their marriage wasn’t a blissful love affair throughout—actually, it was quite rocky at times, nevertheless, the “Black Love” (again, for lack of a better term) paradigm, is one I saw modeled in front of me, for the greater part of my life. So, when it comes to the prospects of Black men and women being together, I know it’s possible—mind you, not entirely probable, but possible. I do understand that the majority of modern-day Black men and women, want nothing to do (romantically) with other Black men and women. So, if you’re an indigenous Black person reading this, who genuinely wants to be in a relationship with one of your own kind (mind you, not in the context of being with the same sex) then you must understand, it truly will be a needle-in-the-haystack search. 

I also understand that the overwhelming majority of people who read and/or comment on this blog, are coming from a household that looked nothing like the one I grew up in. Mind you, I’m not saying that to gloat or boast about my homelife, but I will say, because of my upbringing, that my thinking (especially about US) is different.

Meaning, because I saw a Black man and woman together for most of my life, it doesn’t seem like such an idealistic pipedream for me. Conversely, I still do understand that there’s an element of idealism I’ve gotta’ maintain, if I endeavor to date and possibly marry a woman who looks like me.

Now, I also wanna’ comment on one fundamental part of the whole Black self-hating experience/experiment—and it’s the one I find the most distressing—it’s when any brotha or sista has the audacity to say…

I don’t know what it is about Black people, that makes us unable to work together like everyone else.

And let me just say, if you subscribe to this point of view, then you are wHITEY’S “PERFECT VICTIM”.

Why, you ask?

Here’s the answer...

If you as a Black person, don’t realize, on some level, that we have been worked on more than any other kind of person to hate ourselves and everyone who looks like us, cause we have the most genetic power(s) to breed whitey out of existence, than you (as a Black man or woman) have been SLEEP-WALKING YOUR WHOLE DAMN LIFE!

Meaning, when a Black man or woman utters this sentiment, and doesn’t understand why we’re seemingly more dysfunctional than other folks, I just shake my head—cause I’m thinkin’, which country have you been livin’ in for the past few decades?

To me, these people are like abused children, who don’t realize they’ve been abused. Or better yet, they’re like MK-ULTRA (mind-control) victims who’ve been programmed with psychic “alters” around their trauma, so they can consciously forget what’s been done to them.

Like I’ve said in the past, NONE OF OUR DYSFUNCTIONS ARE NATURAL TO US!! NONE OF ‘EM!! THEY’VE ALL BEEN CONDITIONED INTO US BY THE wHITE FASCIST SOCIAL ORDER(S) WE LIVE IN!

MEANING: NO OTHER GROUP OF PEOPLE ARE TAUGHT THAT THEY’RE THE DUMBEST, UGLIEST, AND POOREST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD, BUT US!

AND IF YOU DON’T KNOW THIS, YOU’RE DOOMED TO HATE YOURSELF AND EVERYONE WHO LOOKS LIKE YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!

Now, is this an excuse for us to stay in our dysfunctions?

HELL NO!

But the first step in resolving any problem, is knowing that you indeed have one—and KNOWING ITS CAUSE!

Mind you, I was speaking to a brotha on this very same topic, and he told me that he knows what whitey did to us—before telling me, straight out: “I don’t care about the cause!”

So, what he (and other Black folks like him) are doing, is giving whitey a pass for all the dastardly things he’s done to our people. Needless to say, I’m not around that guy anymore.

And it’s with this (sentiment) in mind, that I’m writing about what really inspired Don Trump (and his white fascist handlers) to shut the american government down. Also, I recently came across an interesting factoid that I must share with the family: american census bureau data from the years of 1994 til’ 2006, shows that incomes of Black americans, surpassed those of white americans in Jamaica, Queens, NYC.

And this is the community I grew up in.

Additionally, being from Jamaica, Queens, I remember going to school with Damon John who created the “FUBU” fashion line. And I recall actually seeing LL Cool J, Run, from “RUN-DMC”, and being old enough to realize that Ja Rule lived 20 minutes from my house—and so did Irv Gotti, the music executive behind “Murder Inc.” records. And mind you, I’ll leave a link for the New York Times article(s) that’ll corroborate my community’s economic status.

Moreover, I remember attending high school in Jamaica, Queens, and how I was taught by a white teacher, that asains (especially fair-skinned asians) were harder working (and smarter) than my people would ever be. Mind you, I recently came across another article proving that asians are the poorest ethnic group in NYC (and I’ll leave a link for that too). And these kinds of economics are the central issues I’ll be tackling in this post. And might I add, looking back on this info. infuriates me, ‘cause if facts like these were readily available to me and my friends (like crime was on the local news), so many lives in Jamaica, Queens could’ve been saved behind us feeling empowered by our community’s financial state(s) of grace.

With that said, I’m askin’ (one mo’ time), for your kind indulgences, behind this post running a bit longer than usual and behind this topic being a bit dated. And as always, I’m writing wit’ y’all in mind, so I’ll do everything I can to make this a comfortably fluid read. And once again, I encourage your feedback, as this space was created to not only give a voice to our problems, but to offer solutions to them.

And lastly, for the intrepid amongst you who made it a point to visit my Blog while I was away, I say (again), thank you, thank you, and THANK YOU!

—MontUHURU Mimia

Gordon Parks, the quintessential portrait of an indigenous Black renaissance man (meaning, he was a writer, photographer, musician, and film director) wrote and directed his film, “The Learning Tree”, in 1969. Now, this movie was based on Gordon’s novel of the same name, and it’s basically a retelling of the travails Gordon himself suffered, growing up as a young Black man in a small Kansas town in the pre-Depression era of the 1920’s. Mind you, having seen this movie, a couple of times, I can say that it’s a quaint dramatization of living under the tyrannies of white fascism, but Gordon was smart enough to realize that something was amiss with this flick.

And he came to this conclusion after the Melvin Van Peebles movie, “Sweet Sweetback’s Badass Song” hit theaters in 1971. Gordon saw that Sweetback (played by Melvin himself), was a brotha who dared to beat up corrupt white cops and think he could get away with it—and did at the movie’s end. Gordon also saw how Sweetback got mad love from brothas and sistas on the street, ‘cause he was a man who refused to shuffle and buck-dance for whitey. Gordon also dug how Sweetback’s movie persona gave us some pride. And as Melvin himself said, “I wanted my people to leave that movie with their heads up.”

Thus, taking a cue from Melvin, Gordon came out with the film “Shaft” in 1971. Now, the movie Shaft took a 180 degree turn from “The Learning Tree’s” (TLT) narrative, insomuch as John Shaft was not only a one-man army who took on white mobsters, but he defeated them at the end of the flick. And again, this was in stark contrast to the Black townspeople of TLT, who seemed altogether deflated and defeated. Now, Melvin’s “Sweetback” and Gordon’s “Shaft”, are the 2 movies that kicked-off what was known as the “Blaxploitation film” era of the 1970’s. And some of those flicks had names like “Hitman” (1972), “Black Caesar” (1973), “The Spook Who Sat by the Door” (1973), “Three the Hard Way” (1974), ”BuckTown” (1975), etc. And the common theme running through all these films were Black men beating the hell outta’ white cops, or any other kind of white male authority figure. Additionally, these films saved the failing american movie studios in the early 70’s.

Now, these films weren’t only a source of entertainment, but they gave a lot of Black people, and Black men especially, boatloads of inspiration to stop being abused by white bosses and get better jobs, or to start creating their own independent businesses, period. Now, even though whitey was caking off behind our patronage of these kinds of movies, he was thinking, wait a sec’—if these people see too much of these flicks, they might stop fantasizing about retaliating against white cops, and start taking up arms against us. That’s when white fascist freemasons like Jesse Jackson, coined the phrase “Blaxploitation”, and gave it to these movies for the expressed purpose of getting rid of them. Which they eventually did.

Mind you, those films were but one factor that contributed to the median household income of Black americans nearly doubling in the 1970’s. The fact that more of us were obtaining college degrees also gave our collective salaries a boost. And there’s tangible research to back this up by organizations like the “Economic Policy Institute”, who crunched the data and showed that during the years of 1968 until 1979, the “inflation-adjusted” annual income of Black americans increased by 42.8%, and mind you, that slightly outpaced typical income growth for white households during that same period, since their increases only totaled 36.7%. To top all this off, the song “Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us Now”, by the singing duo, McFadden and Whitehead, encapsulated the aspirational zeitgeist and upward mobility of Black americans of that era.

And, as a matter of course, this scarred whitey’s fascist sensibilities. Thus, in the Reagan 80’s, we got the lethal troika of “Reaganomics”, Crack and AIDS, to eradicate any progress our communities had made.

Fast forward to 2018—Now, instead of Reagan, we got good ol’ Don Trump shutting down the american gov’t behind Dixiecrats, I mean Democrats, and Republicans being unable to resolve an ongoing standoff regarding Trump wanting $5 billion dollars to build a border wall to keep undocumented latinos out. Hey, serves Julio and ‘em right for thinking they’re “whiter” than us.  

Now, no diss to the twenty-somethings out there, but it’s times like this when I think, man, I’m glad I’m older. Reason being, is wisdom affords middle-aged folks like myself, an even-temperedness and conflict-resolving temperament that only comes with age. Meaning, I recognized this “border wall” dispute for the white fascist maneuvering against Black folks that it really was. So, I instinctively knew that if whitey’s engaging in these kinds of destabilizing methods, 3 things must be happening—and those are:

#1. Crime rates must be down.

#2. The collective income of Black americans must be up.

#3. And lastly, more Black americans must be going to college.

But ultimately, this was just a collective hunch, until I could back it up wit’ some research—so, here’s 3 mo’ facts I found when I did just that…

#1. In the case of overall crime rates in america, according to FBI stats, violent crimes have fallen 49% between 1993 and 2017—and according to the “Bureau of Justice Statistics” (BJS), violent crimes fell 67% during these years. Additionally, FBI stats say “property crimes” have fallen by 50%, and BJS stats say these crimes have fallen by as much as 69% during the same time. Mind you, property crimes include burglary, theft, and motor vehicle theft—and they’re far more common than violent crimes.

Now, scores of statisticians have waxed philosophic about what brought this dip in crime about. And some common, working-class folk are reluctant to believe these stats saying, “Crime ain’t down in my neighborhood.” But regardless of what anyone believes, the bottom line is this: less crimes, means less arrests, which might mean less incarcerated Black men—and that’s surely a problem for white folks and fascists everywhere. However, I’ve come up with my own theory, and it goes a little something like this: 2 things are contributing to (Black) crime rates falling so precipitously, and those are…

A. More than anything else, the explosion of white drug use in america (a.k.a. the “opioid epidemic”) has swelled america’s prisons with more white inmates at alarming levels. Understand, the same drug laws that put Black men behind bars for multiple years, are now being used to sentence their own kind—so whitey’s being forced to concentrate more on whitebois in a system set up for Black men—but instead of pointing this out, they’d rather cover it up by saying crimes, where we usually find them (in Black neighborhoods), are down. And truth be told, the majority of drug use in Black neighborhoods involve us selling narcotics to the whitebois coming to our ‘hood to get ‘em—even though stats bear out, whitey’s the ones doing the majority of the drug selling too.

B. Under the Barack Obama presidency, unemployment rates dropped by 4.8% overall, and the economy gained 11.6 million jobs—and this is the same low unemployment rate that good ol’ Don Trump is saying he’s responsible for.

So, bottom line is, Black americans are using less drugs (especially compared to whites), and more of us are working—which means, at least half of us are NOT out committing crimes.

#2. In the case of median incomes for Black americans, the “Brookings Institute” conducted a study showing that the household incomes of 125 communities in “majority-Black” cities actually “outpaced” the national average for ALL american ETHNIC GROUPS. Mind you, the national average for american household incomes (annually) is $53, 889—and this data comes by way of the “American Community Survey” of 2015. And according to the survey, the Black communities that are doing exceptionally well seem to be concentrated in the state of Maryland—meaning, the largest of these thriving neighborhoods is in Waldorf, MD. (earning a median income of $81,592) with a population of 71,399 residents, and Highland Beach, MD. with a smaller population of 110 residents, earning the highest median income for Black americans overall, at $158,750 annually.

Now, once again, I must confess, THIS IS WHY I LOVE BEING A BLACK NATIONALIST! Cause if I was just an anglophilic kiss-ass of a Black man, I’d be conditioned into thinking that our people are the poorest, dumbest, and ugliest people in the world—and that’s wHITEY’S PLAN FOR US Y’ALL!!

So, if you encounter a brainwashed brotha or sista who’s calling us folk in the “Black Conscious Community”, a bunch of stupefied “pro-Black” “Hotep-pers”, just give ‘em a facepalm and keep it pushin’. Let ‘em stay stuck in the morass of deifying white folk—'cause truth be told, they’re happier feeling inferior to those pale-skinned dead-enders.

Moving on…

#3. The American Council on Education crunched numbers to show that there’s not only more Black men in college than in prison, but it shows how this has been a fact since the year 2000 (at least). And I’ll leave a link for their website too. Moreover, since 2008, incarceration rates for Black men have been DECREASING. And that means what? It means, more Black men are not only out of jail, but (according to these stats) more of us are educated and gainfully employed than in previous years—and whitey don’t like that.

Now, I’m gonna’ sound like a broken record here, but the reason good ole Don shut this gov’t down is not only for the 3 reasons above—it’s because WE HAVE THE MOST GENETIC POWER TO BREED THESE INBREDS OUTTA’ EXISTENCE! AND AS WE SPEAK WHITEY’S COMMITTING SUICIDE LIKE CRAZY, OVERDOSING ON DRUGS IN DROVES, AND THEIR BIRTHRATES HAVE FALLEN BELOW REPLACEMENT LEVELS OVER THE COURSE OF THE LAST FEW DECADES!

And to put it in more layman’s terms: THEY FINISHED Y’ALL!! IT’S A WRAP FO’ ‘EM!!

Now, does this mean whitey’s got no more power?

HELL NO!

But it does mean that they see the end is near—AND THEY CAN’T STOP IT! NO MATTER WHAT THEY DO!

So, the indigenous Black people of the world should feel empowered and emboldened to “UNIFY” NOW, MORE THAN EVER! Cause whitey also sees that their fall means OUR RISE! And they also realize that whatever they do to us, WILL ALSO AFFECT THEM!

MEANING, THE DEVIL’S TIME IS UP Y’ALL!!

AND IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME!

WELCOME TO 2019 FAMILY!!

Later…

MontUHURU Mimia

P.S.

You can check out stats that show the incarceration rates of Black men are down HERE.

P.P.S.

You can check out stats showing that a large number of Black america’s communities have median incomes outpacing other ethnic groups HERE.

P.P.P.S.

You can read up on the exalted economic status of Black communities in Jamaica, Queens HERE.

Also, if you wanna’ see the news article showing that asians are the poorest ethnic group in NYC, you can check it out HERE.

Lastly, here’s the song, “Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us Now”, by McFadden and Whitehead. Now, this vid clip is one of an episode of “Soul Train”, where the singing duo performed this song. I just ask that you don't laugh too hard at the flamboyantly gay men dancin’ to this tune—ENJOY!

The gospel of white fascism (Part 37)...Obama, O'Shea, O.J., "Incels", and the cult of beta white male massacres...

 

On May 23^rd, 2014, in Isla Vista, California, 22-year-old Elliot Rodger killed six people and injured 14 others before committing suicide in his car.

After killing 3 men in his apartment, Elliot drove to a sorority house and shot 3 female students outside, killing 2 of them. He then drove past a deli and shot one male student, who was eating inside, to death. Thereafter, he began speeding through the streets of Isla Vista, and proceeded to shoot several other pedestrians, while running over others with his car. Once the police were called on Rodger, he exchanged gunfire with them twice, before being shot himself. And his murderous spree only came to an end when he crashed into another vehicle. Police who approached Elliot's vehicle, found him dead of a self-inflicted gun shot wound to the head.

On April 23^rd, 2018, in Toronto, Canada, a man identified as Alek Minassian, drove a rented van through the busiest parts of North York City Center's business district, and ran over several pedestrians. It was reported, that he killed 10 and injured 16 others, in what was called a “vehicle-ramming attack”.

The 25-year-old Alek, was arrested uninjured, after it was reported by cops, that Minassian begged to be shot and killed by them, at the crime scene. And law enforcement officials say this incident is the deadliest vehicle-ramming attack in Canada's history.

Now, while the aforementioned incident happened on a Monday, that Tuesday, police officers identified a “Facebook post”, as one belonging to Alek. And this particular post makes reference to why he went on his vehicular killing spree. The post reads as follows: Private (Recruit) Minassian Infantry 00010, wishing to speak to Sgt. 4Chan please. C23249161. The Incel Rebellion has already begun! We will overthrow all the Chads and Stacys! All hail the Supreme Gentleman ELLIOT RODGER!

And mind you, this is the same Elliot Rodger, I mentioned in this post's first paragraphs.

Now, for the uninitiated, “Incels” are a growing cadre of (primarily) young (and white) men, who gave themselves this name, cause it represents who and what they are, which is “involuntarily celibate”. Meaning, these are a group of guys, who women don't wanna' have sex with.

And the philosophy of these dysfunctional (beta) males, is that women in general are superficial and vindictive to a fault, thus, they only wanna' copulate with mostly muscular men, who's looks conform more to european standard(s) of beauty. On a similar note, the Incel's theories about women, parallel those of another coterie of young men who call themselves “MGTOWs”, which stands for “Men Going Their Own Way”. Albeit, MGTOWs outnumber Incels by like 4 to 1, but the prevailing message is, a new generation of young white men, are having difficulties getting laid—so much so, they're willing to kill over it.

Fast forward to August 26^th, 2018, at 1:30 pm in Jacksonville, Florida—David Katz, a 24-year-old “professional gamer”, attended a tournament where “Madden” football videogamers, nearly 150 of them, competed against each other at a venue called, “The Good Luck Have Fun” Game Bar. Now, this competition was the preliminary phase of a second tournament, which was going to take place in Las Vegas, where large cash prizes would be offered.

But after David lost to one of the other gamers, he not only refused to shake their hands, he left the Game Bar. Minutes later, returning with a gun, Dave proceeded to kill 2 gamers and wound 10 others, before turning the gun on himself, and committing suicide.

So, question: what's really eating at young white men now-a-days? Even more than their increasing inability to get laid?

Answer: Their jealousy of Black men.

Now, I can hear people saying, bruh—why the heck would any white man be jealous of Black men? Have you forgotten, whitey's at the top o' the food chain?

Welp, to list off the various reasons, I'll use the personages of 3 specific Black men (who I'll call, the 3 “Big O's”), to illustrate why white men are focusing their jealous ire on us, collectively.

Big“O”#3: O'Shea Jackson (a.k.a. Ice Cube)

Now, I can almost hear people sayin', Ice Cube? Really? What the hell is wrong wit' you, bruh?

The reason I'm mentioning “Cube” here, is for years I've seen whitey (whitebois especially), copy our style culturally, while thinking, there's no real skill-set (or learning curve) whatsoever, when it comes to Hip-Hop culture. And I do mean, the entire culture, ala rap music, bombing (i.e. grafitti art/the aerosol arts), fashion, vernacular, (break)dancing, Djing, etc. And, not only does Cube provide a fine example of someone who dispels that myth, but he represents the diversified Hip-Hop entrepreneur/mogul, who embodies the ingenuity to show everyone just how wrong-headed this stereotype is.

Case in point, Cube of course, started out writing lyrics for his rap group N.W.A.—years later, he started appearing in movies like “Boys in the Hood”. After that, Cube parlayed his lyric writing skills, into the screenplay for the movie “Friday”. Mind you, Friday cost $3.5 million to make, and grossed $28 million worldwide. A coupla' years after this, Cube and Lebron James teamed up to create the TV series, “Are We There Yet?”, based on the same movie Cube wrote. He also has a clothing line (which I didn't know previously) called, “Solo”. And what sets Cube's clothes apart from others is, his imprint features “hooded” sweaters with built-in audio head-phones in the hood strings. And if that weren't enough, Cube created his own basketball league called the “BIG 3” (ironically enough), where NBA greats and players, play 3 man-on-3 man basketball tournaments.

Now, according to mr. white folks, Cube wasn't supposed to be able to do anything but rap.

And, I'd be remiss if I didn't say this: a coupla' weeks ago, I was conversing with some empty-headed whiteboi at work, who's nothing short of a knucklehead, that insists on telling anyone who'll listen, that he's a “rapper”. Now, I don't expect an idiot like him to be able to make a distinction between a “rapper” and an “emcee”, but the point is, he's pursuing this as a career 'cause he thinks there's no skill involved in it—so, he'll just use that as an excuse to make bad music. But even a jerk-off like him, sees the ingenuity of young Black men being able to take a culture literally from the “streets”, and turning it into a multi-billion dollar global business. Now, he (and every other whiteboi like him) will never admit that to us, but it's as plain as day to them.

Big“O”#2: O.J. Simpson

Now, you may be thinkin', wait a minute bruh—ain't nobody jealous of O.J. If anything, whitey's pissed at him for allegedly killing his wife, and the overwhelming majority of Black folk, think he's a pathetic former celebrity. And for the record, I do get that—however, the reason whitey's jealous of O.J., is back in the day, a Black man could (and would) be killed, just for whistling at a white woman (Emmett Till). So, there's no way whitey thought any Black man who allegedly killed a blond-haired, white woman, would still be breathing—on top of that, whitey never considered this same Black man, would have the money to hire a world-class lawyer (the late Johnny Cochran), who'd get him acquitted of those charges—in other words, this was NEVER SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN.

And for the record, once again, I understand any jealousy whitey feels towards O.J., is gonna' be tempered with an overwhelming amount of animosity, but what they'll never admit is their amazement that a rich Black man BEAT THEIR SYSTEM!

Mind you, I don't care if O.J. committed the crime or not.

But lest you think I'm just cold-hearted, let me clarify what I mean...

I don't think anyone should die like Nicole Brown Simpson did. And I wouldn't wish that kind of premature death on my worst enemy. But, anybody who does 5 minutes worth of research, will find out that Nicole kept the company of drug-dealers, drug-addicts, felons, and a general assortment of low-lives (and one day, I'll write a post about this). And these are the people who led to her grizzly demise. O.J., unfortunately, just happened to be married to this harlot. So anyone thinking that Nicole was this fragile flower of a white woman, is dead wrong.

Big“O”#1: Barack Obama

Now, here's another case where whitey's jealousy will be tempered with a bitter disliking/hatred, for a Black man who in whitey's terms, was the worst president in america's history. 

Mind you, Barack Obama was not this country's first Black president—google the name "John Hanson" sometimes, and you'll see this Black man was america's first president under this country's "Articles of Confederation", before the american "Constitution" was signed.

Moreover, I had some dumb-founded rube of a white guy tell me that Obama was america's worst president. But after I reminded him of the “9-11” terrorist attack, and the financial crisis that happened under Bush Jr., the whiteboi responded by saying, “Oh yeah, right.” Then, he walked his pale ass in the other direction. And this was just one mo' case, of my shutting an anglophile up and down at the same time.

But getting back to the subject matter, in america's white fascist social order, Barack Obama shouldn't have been able to even get close to this country's highest office. And for those of you who say, he's not a “pure-bred” Black man, understand that the day Obama took office, the nazi/white nationalist website, “Stormfront”, crashed due to the overwhelming amounts of traffic going through it.

And that should say it all.

So, with that said—let's get into other reasons why these bitter whitebois are hell-bent on committing these kinds of crimes...

Now, let's use Dave Katz (the whiteboi who shot-up the “Madden” videogaming tournament), as an example. But before I do that, let's start with this—I'll never forget how one day, when I visited a friend's college campus, I saw a group of particularly effeminate looking whitebois, playing “frisbee” on a football field. Now, their actions were loaded with symbolism, but here's what stood out most—while they attempted to mock not only their own football team, but sports athletes in general (who the overwhelming majority of these whitebois, think are young Black men), they failed to realize, that what they were really showing, is how physically powerless they feel in comparison to the strength they see in Black men, collectively.

And this, will always have them feeling (physically and sexually) inferior to us.

But back to Dave Katz... 

Now, to the right, we see Dave posing with a professional football athlete, the Buffallo Bills' Cyrus Kouandjio (and you can click on this pic to see it better). Notice how Dave proudly holds up the sports jersey displaying the words “Madden Champ” on it. And also note how the jersey's numbers are reversed, with Cyrus' number being “71” and Dave's being “17”. whitey did this to say that “eSports” are just as rigorously physical as regular, field-played sports. Mind you, white fascists still got this wrong, cause the brotha's number being 71 and Dave's number being 17, implies that Dave is inferior. Anyway, the real reason Dave's standing with a Black pro football athlete is, he wants to be connected to the kind of physical power this brotha has—cause Dave knows he'll never have that himself. And, remember how I always stress that the gold standard of cultural currency is “Black Street Cred”—welp, that's also what Dave's tryna' get in this pic.

Mind you, when Dave shot up the 2018 Madden tournament, the first person he gunned down was a brotha named Elijah Clayton, age 22, who lived in Woodland Hills, California.

NEGRO NERDS TAKE NOTICE!

And to the Black men reading this: understand that no matter how many comic books (graphic novels included) you read, or superhero movies you watch, or video games you play, whitey still feels that society considers their kind superior to your kind. 

And in every case, to them at least, if Black men are winning in any capacity, they're LOSING IN EVERY CAPACITY!

AND wHITEY CAN'T HAVE THAT.

Now, you might be an anglophilic negro who says, welp, you're only giving us the example of Dave Katz, Elliot Rodger and Alek Minassain to go by—the overwhelming majority of white people don't think like that.

Well then, consider this...

Elliot, Dave and Alek, only represent the tip of the iceberg, as far as Incels and MGTOWs go—but mind you, there's several other groups of maladjusted white guys like these, who feel it's their birthright to have the best of everything. 

And let me break this down even further...

Elliot, Dave and Alek, represent whitebois who've been spoon-fed white fascism their whole lives. And the edicts therein, have told them they're the cream of society—and they should always expect to not only be treated like the world's greatest resource, but they should always have access to the world's greatest resources.

And when they find themselves locked out of this ideal, it drives them crazy. That is, crazy enough to shoot up schools, movie theaters, churches, video game tournaments, etc.

To top all this off, when they see white fascists pairing brothas with white women who are exceptionally good-looking, by european standards of beauty, this really pisses them off. Cause not only do brothas have the stereotype of being well-endowed, but the fact that lames like Dave, Alek, and Elliot can't seem to get laid, means someone's gonna' have to pay, for messin' wit' whitey's “natural” order of things.

Now, add on to this fact that Black men have the most genetic power to breed whites out of existence, while whitey's birth rates have fallen below replacement levels, and whitebois are committing suicide in droves, and white guys are overdosing on drugs like it's going outta' style. 

And what this means is, whitey's LOSING, NOW MORE THAN EVER.

So, I've said all that to say this: Black men (especially), should always realize that white fascism is a ZERO-SUM GAME!

IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED—PERIOD!

That's why you shouldn't be surprised when the persons with the most privileges in this society, who are too stupid to capitalize off them, resort to horrendous acts of violence to try and make up for it.

So take heed to what these troglodyte-type whitebois are showing us, Black man—and that is, whitey's starting to lose, and we're starting to win. And there ain't nothin' they can do to stop it.

And like Sam L. Jackson said in Spike Lee's movie, “Do the Right Thing”: “That's the double truth, Ruth”.

Later... 

—MontUHURU Mimia

P.S.

Here's a vid of Elliot Rodger expounding on reason(s) why women didn't wanna' have sex with him. And all I can say about this guy's dumb-ass diatribe is, to call him pathetic, would be an understatement. But more than anything, I want those watching to note how idiot, I mean Elliot, feels that he deserves to have women attracted to him, and how he feels that the american social order should cater to him because of his “white” or near “whiteness”. These are but a few of the deleterious effects of white fascism.

*Warning: this video details and glorifies acts of horrific violence. Viewer discretion is advised.

Read my first novel, 'Celling Seouls'...

Hotep and Sutekh family...I just wanna' give you a head's up about my first and latest novel, 'Celling Seouls'. 

This novel's protagonist is a young brotha named Barry Braithwaite. Barry is a rookie cop who joins Newark, New Jersey's police force at a time when that city's Black community is revolting against them. One of the city's gangs called 'The Seouls', has sworn vengeance against Newark's P.D. for the murder of two young, unarmed brothas who cops suspected were selling drugs, but weren't. Or at least that's what the media is telling Newark's Black community. 

One evening, while at a cop function, Barry finds out the truth about who the 'Seouls' really are. But he doesn't take it upon himself to verify this information, until a member of his family falls prey to activities surrounding the Seoul menace. 

And once Barry sets out to seek justice for his loved one, he quickly realizes he may wind up in a casket right beside them. 

Let me just say, writing this book actually taught me the craft of novel writing. It was a long, arduous road to write and publish this work, but fortunately, I persevered. So now, finally, the story I'd had in my head for years is documented in this fictional tale. 

This book is 148 pages long and the e-book version is $0.99.    

Now, some people may be crying foul at my charging for this work, but I'd like to remind anyone who is that I've written this Blog, and several e-books, for free over the course of three years. And I refuse to put a donation button on this Blog. So rather than do that, I'm offering this work for a paltry sum. And I can say in all honesty that once you read into this book, you'll realize you're getting more than your money's worth. 

I'd also like to add that there's 5 preview chapters of the book, so you can see a good portion of it absolutely free. And with that said, I'm gonna' put the first chapter in this post to kinda' whet your appetite for what's in the novel. So, without further ado, here's Chapter 1 of my latest tome 'Celling Seouls'. Enjoy...

And by the way fam...let me know what you think of the first free Chapters and/or the novel, pro or con. Thanks!

                                       Chapter 1

Barry Braithwaite looked out his patrol car’s window at swarms of pedestrians and miles of retail shops flanking him. From the passenger’s seat, he aimed his focus at sidewalk vendors selling bootlegged apparel, handbags and watches. None of which was worth hassling them over as long as they had a license.

His gaze then shifted towards commuters who sat and stood beneath bus stop cubicles. He caught several of them wiping sweat from their brow as the sun incinerated every block of Newark, New Jersey.

“You picked a helluva time to join the force bro,” said Troy Turner, with his hand on the steering wheel. “There’s more gun-play on these streets than I seen in years.” Barry looked left towards his partner while a small vent in front of him pumped out cool air. 

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, Newark was never a crime-free city,” said Troy, “but last year, I only had to draw my gun like three times. This year’s only half over and I lost count of how many times I unclipped my holster.”

Barry nodded and tugged at his uniform’s collar. A moment later, he gripped his utility belt and began readjusting himself in his seat.

“I told ya’ the uniform’s gonna’ take some breakin’ in,” Troy snickered. “We all go through that man.”

“Well, the sooner it’s broken in, the better.” Barry said.

Barry settled into his seat before looking at his passenger side mirror. He gaped at the image of a horse-riding policeman reflecting back at him. He kept looking, but didn’t recognize the mounted police officer.

“Look in your rear-view.” Barry said smiling at Troy.

Troy glanced at the mirror before smiling to himself.

“Does he work at our precinct?” Barry asked.

“He might,” said Troy shrugging, “but I don’t know him.”

Troy stared back at the road before easing the car to a stop for a red light. The clip-clops of the police stallion kept Barry’s focus squarely on the mirror outside his window. He watched the patrol officer’s tug at the horse’s reigns and how it brought the muscular steed to a halt besides their car. Barry lowered his window and the afternoon’s heat rushed in.

“How’s it goin’?” Barry shouted, staring up at the horse riding policeman. 

“Hotter than hell out here,” said the pallid officer.

“The air should be cooler up there.”

“Not today,” the cop smiled.

“Well, when you get off, have a cold beer on me.”

“I just might do that.”

Barry flinched at the sound of what he thought was a firecracker before he saw the horse riding cop grab at his throat. Another firecracker went off before the officer’s chest exploded and he fell backwards off his steed.

“Oh sh—!” Barry exclaimed.

Screams erupted around the downed cop as pedestrians fled in every direction. The stallion bolted through the intersection with the downed cop’s leg caught in the saddle. Sounds of screeching tires filled the air as several cars crashed into each other trying to avoid the animal’s charge.

“This is car thirty three,” said Troy clutching the cruiser’s radio, “11-99, I repeat, 11-99. Officer down.”

Troy clicked on the car’s lights and sirens before he mashed down the accelerator. Barry watched rows of cars begin to blur by.

“Car thirty three, what’s your twenty?” said the static-ridden voice of a dispatcher.

“Corner of Lafayette and Broad Street,” Troy said, before putting the radio back in its cradle.

Barry stared at the galloping stallion and saw the animal was oblivious to the cop he dragged through the streets. He winced watching the cop’s body being tossed around like a rag doll and forced his eyes away from the officer. Barry couldn’t keep himself from looking and focused back on the policeman a second later.

A horrific thud came from the cop’s body as he made impact with a parked car. Then another. Barry shook his head in disbelief as the stallion kept charging through red lights. He watched oncoming cars swerve to avoid the animal before he caught a pedestrian’s mid-air pirouette from being clipped by a Chevy. The cop’s body slammed into another parked car before the impact threw him free of the fleeing stallion.

Barry jolted forward as Troy screeched the cruiser to a halt.

Troy parked sideways in front of the downed cop while several police cars rushed towards the scene. Both Barry and Troy sprang out of their cruiser. Barry looked at the downed cop’s innards hanging out of his stomach. He forced his eyes elsewhere. When his focus returned to the cop, he saw mounds of skin peeled off the officer’s face. Barry chocked down the lunch making its way up his throat.

Troy put his gloved hand on the cop’s neck. The crimson flood coming from the downed officer stopped momentarily. Barry focused through his nausea and clutched out his utility belt’s radio.

“Dispatch, this is car thirty-three, we need an emergency medical unit ASAP!” Barry exclaimed.

Troy nodded in approval.

As Barry gawked at the doomed officer, one question repeated in his mind: What the hell did I get myself into? 

End.

Now...if ya'd like to read on fam, click on the book cover below and check out more of my novel, 'Celling Seouls'. Trust me...you'll be glad ya' did.

Later...

MontUHURU Mimia