From The Archives: “Happy Indian Extermination Day!” Don’t Think For A Minute That I Am Going To Spout Ignorance About THIS Day!

 

 

Cut the bullshit! Call a spade, a spade. Quit dancing around the truth! The truth is that ignorant, stupid, greedy Americans celebrate a day that pays homage to some bullshit about how ‘murdering pilgrims colonizers and Indians celebrated their great relationship with a feast because the Indians were just so thankful that a group of pasty-asses crawled ashore, knowing fuck all about this land and yet, somehow, managed to overcome scurvy and syphilis, small pox and some more shit to feed the original inhabitants after having chased turkeys all over the goddamn place, caught some and then I guess, cooked them over an open fire and the contributions of the grateful Indians was to hand over some ‘Indian corn’ whereupon, everyone sat down and partook of an excellent meal. After the meal, the Indians were slaughtered as well and the confiscation of their land began. Immigration laws? What immigration laws? Who the hell needed a damn passport? “We is WHITE and so we is RIGHT to kill, steal and oh hell, we need some slaves! There ain’t enough Indians left and they’re all hiding in the hills, the few that’s not on reservations. Let’s crawl back into those ships and head back out. Goddamn! There they are! Look lively there! Haul ’em aboard, Black-assed motherfuckers, that they are! Get over here! Prime specimens. Great for breeding purposes and for fucking. We done hit the mother load! Hot damn!”

Ain’t that about it? Have I fucking lied? Hell no! Board that plane to see Aunt Jan and the rest of the “Klan” and enjoy a big ole turkey meal with all the trimmings. I remember last year there was some problem with the turkeys and there was a recall. Apparently, tryptophan and salmonella just shouldn’t mix. Neither should pilgrim colonizers and Indians when one intends to exterminate the other, but that’s what happened and so dig in! And I sincerely hope that there will be another recall this year AFTER you greedy fuckers have gorged yourselves to hell and back. I hope you greedy, gluttonous motherfuckers moan and whine and shit your pants on your way out the door for the ‘early bird’ specials thanks to salmonella induced diarrhea . It would serve you ignorant motherfuckers right!

Of course everyone has just simply forgotten or more likely, chose to ignore the fact that the oh so grateful Indians on those lovely Hallmark cards alongside those murdering pasty-faced colonizers never existed because the bullshit that you believe is an outrageous lie, but you love lies because then you don’t have to face the truth because it’s ugly and you don’t like ugly. That is why you prefer that the truth be ‘whitewashed’, sugarcoated and some mo shit! Yeah! Let’s put it out there that everyone got along just like we do today, is that it? Who the fuck is getting along? Oh, we are going to see some pictures of some long lines at airports because, once again, we’ve got to live the lie. We’ve got to pretend that everything is hunky dory and that we are just so grateful to spend time with family we secretly despise and detest, but since we are told that on Thanksgiving, we are to ‘pretend’ if need be that we are thankful for family and friends and big, groaning tables full of ‘cardiac arrest’, then we will, such dutiful, obedient sheep, are we. And the tree is already decorated over in the corner just waiting on those expensive presents, all beautifully gift wrapped to be placed underneath it and you’ve already got your shopping strategy mapped out. Plane lands, met by drunk Uncle Jack, who farts and belches his way back to Aunt Jane’s house where there’s a bunch of folks knocking back alcohol and you swear you see, out of the corner of your eye, Uncle Jack’s wife giving Uncle David, a ‘come hither’ look. Then it’s kiss and hug everyone time and insincere utterances of “how nice to see you and oh, don’t you look lovely in that sweater” which you secretly think is uglier than Aunt Jane’s face. Tomorrow, it’s take half an hour to ‘give thanks’ and out the door for the “Door buster sales” you go! And you will kick, beat and scratch your way all over the store for yet ANOTHER TV, smartphone and anything else to distract you from the truth!

Oh, we are so good at pretense and we are even better at doing what we have been programmed to do without thought. You are told to celebrate “Thanksgiving” on the fourth Thursday of every November and you do it. You are told what to eat on that day and you eat it even if it means a salmonella diagnosis with you shitting and puking at the same time. You are told to shop the next day or in some cases, just as soon as you clean your plate and you do it. You don’t see anything wrong with this picture, do you? Of course you don’t because thinking for yourself is a novelty; patently unheard of and you wouldn’t dare stand alone, conformist that you are. Buck the trend? Who you? NEVER! Those who write the script for you to follow can count on you and millions of others to do exactly as you are told, without question and you do it. And those who write the script have made damn sure that they keep the truth in check. Who needs to be continuously fed the truth in that “Thanksgiving” is a fucking lie, a travesty and a tragedy. I know one thing, your ass would never drive through an Indian reservation and see the devastation, hopelessness, despair and abject poverty. Hell! That’s not on the way to your shopping spree!

You think ALL Indians are living the good life thanks to casino gambling and so what the fuck do you have to consider their plight for? Let me clear one thing up right now. The majority of Indians get no revenue from gaming; only a select few. The majority spend their short lives living in poverty and many are homeless since reservation life is beyond intolerable. They are still just as addicted to ‘firewater’ today as they were when the first pasty-faced shits gave them that, supposedly, in exchange for their land. And I am so naïve as to believe that the land your house sits own, you bartered for it with the bank. You gave the bank manager cases of liquor and he gave you the deed to your house. I mean, what was good enough for the Indians should be good enough for that pasty-faced bank manager, shouldn’t it? Fuck no! Yeah! Take a case of liquor to a bank and state that you intend to exchange that for a nice, prime piece of land on which to build you a home. That’s going to go over real well.

So no, it’s not “Happy Thanksgiving!” It’s “Happy” Indian Extermination Day! That’s the goddamn truth because Indians are still dying because they are homeless to this very day. Go ahead and wish Pamela Rivera, a “Happy Thanksgiving!” She can’t hear you because she just died in a homeless tent city in Minnesota while waiting on some affordable housing to open up. But I am sure that when she was alive, she was eternally grateful when “Thanksgiving” came around each and every November.

Fox 9 Investigators: A death in tent city

“My name is Pamela Rivera and we are at a homeless camp,” she can be heard saying in a video that was posted on Facebook. “We just call it tent town for natives.”

Pamela Rivera, an Indian, DIED in a homeless camp, assholes. So I guess in YOUR eyes, she should have had much to be ‘thankful’ for! Puke your fucking guts out after eating a goddamn heaping helping of salmonella. Shit until your asshole burns and crap yourself ALL the fucking way to Walmart, why doncha!

The plight of her people was consigned to the garbage while we celebrate lies, lies and damned lies! But remember this, what comes around, goes around. There are many who are still homeless down in Florida thanks to Hurricane Michael and the same is going down in California thanks to those wildfires that are still raging. I hear tell that many will be spending “Thanksgiving” in a tent city in a Walmart parking lot. Oh wait! They are being moved to some fairgrounds due to inclement weather. I remember seeing pictures of tents set up in parking lots of shopping centers awaiting store openings. Well, this year, some of those tents will contain those whose homes have burned to the ground. Karma is a bitch, ain’t it?

Dude in the above picture is just beyond perplexed at his situation here in America.

“I never thought I’d live in a tent city,” said Mr. Winter, 39, a Marine Corps veteran and software developer who had recently emerged from a stretch of homelessness, only to lose everything he owned in the devastating Camp Fire, the deadliest California wildfire on record. “I mean, this is America; we’re not supposed to live this way. But here we are, man, the new normal.”

Translation:

“I am WHITE! What the fuck am I doing living out of a tent in a field at Walmart? I am a WHITE Marine Corps vet, who you should be bending over backwards thanking for my service killing people that I didn’t even know….AND…..I am a software developer and even though I was homeless before becoming homeless AGAIN, this shit ain’t supposed to happen to ME! I’m WHITE! What about that can you people not understand? I am WHITE, goddamn it! And fucking hey! I voted for Donald “Make America Great Again!” Trump but this bullshit ain’t fucking great! Get me some help and get me some help now! Fuck this shit man, I AM WHITE!”

Jarrad Winter, welcome to Pamela Rivera’s world! Oh, and “Happy Indian Extermination Day!” Ain’t karma, a bitch?

My Thanksgiving Post

 

I want to thank the Indians for giving up their land, willingly, so that I can sit down and enjoy a nice, plump turkey that was bred solely to be butchered, shipped to a grocery store near me and stuffed and cooked so that myself and those I adore can sit down to Thanksgiving dinner and enjoy the dead turkey, the cranberry sauce, the green bean casserole, the mashed potatoes, the rolls and for dessert, some delicious pumpkin or sweet potato pie. We are going to wine and dine and sit back and have our pictures taken and what a Norman Rockwell version of Thanksgiving that will be.

To hell with those lies!

On Thursday, November 28th, I shall not recognize a holiday mired in hypocrisy, torture, murder, thievery and the list is endless. I will not stand in line at an airport anxiously waiting to board a flight and head to a city filled with people I despise. I will not ‘celebrate’ what the white man has shit on and to this day, continues to shit on the Indigenous peoples of this land. As bad as Black folks have it, Indians have it far worse and, no indeed, I will not participate in this fucked up farce called, a holiday. This is no goddamn holiday! This is a travesty; a murderous atrocity! Only a nation filled with ignorant degenerates can turn something so vile, obscene and foul into a ‘holiday’. Only people with no heart or soul or conscience can sit somewhere and get enjoyment on a day that has been set aside to celebrate killing people and stealing their land; rejoicing on the very graves of those who were murdered so that we can sit somewhere and gorge ourselves in our well-heated homes and claim that we are thankful, but if we were really thankful, we would be demanding that the government do more to relieve the plight of those few Indians who are left; who are living in abject hell and who are dying in the most horrible way possible while we pretend that what happened to them wasn’t real.

Because the whites gloss over everything they do that is disgusting, vicious and hateful; the ugliness that they paint with a hypocritical brush of thankfulness and goodwill, we take that shit up and we run with it knowing full well that we are complicit in ignoring what actually happened between the so-called pilgrims, better known as colonizers and the Indians. You know damn well that there was no nice, warm and cozy Thanksgiving going on between the colonizers and the Indians; you know this. And yet, there you sit on your sanctimonious, fat American ass salivating over a dead turkey and all the trimmings while secretly hoping this celebration of thankfulness will be over by 6pm when Walmart opens and out the door you go to engage in your pre-Black Friday madness shopping. Not even for one whole day can you give up your lust for all things material; shit that only Americans lust for; will break each others necks for. You ugly ass Americans are so damn ugly, your faces should refuse to reflect it in a damn mirror. It shouldn’t just crack. It should refuse to even display the loathsome creature that’s staring into it.

I will always hate this time of year because I am bombarded not with the truth, but with advertisements of how many discounted items I can shop for and where. I am not bombarded with images of entire tribes of Indians wiped out; massacred, slaughtered, oh no! Never that! I am to finger my way through an ad touting deep discounts on TVs, smartphones, smartphone plans, new SUVs, bigger washing machines and dryers, robotic vacuum cleaners; everything that a plastic card can buy and so hop to it. No, I will not hop to it! Because I am not just some brain dead shopping drone who can’t think for herself. I am well aware of what went down between the colonizers and the Indians and there ain’t a goddamn thing to celebrate! I refuse to celebrate pure and unadulterated capitalism; a culture of consumerism where most everything we buy was made in sweat shops and factories in foreign lands producing industrial pollution by the metric ton so that we can talk shit about how thankful we are while a group of people who were here first are all but wiped out! But we are fucking going shopping while also spouting useless rhetoric about our concern over global warming; climate change when if we were still living like the Indians were, none of this would have come about!

The Indians are living like shit! Entire tribes were wiped out! The children of many Indians were taken from them and indoctrinated into the white mans ways. They were discouraged from speaking their native tongue, were discouraged in continuing in their ‘heathen’ ways as determined by the white man who could not be more of a heathen if he tried. You despicable white shits to this very day are just as vicious, cold and snakelike as those who are the reason your filthy asses exist.

But did you depraved abominations stop there? Oh hell no! You’re never quite finished fucking up people or their land, are you? No, indeed! You were just getting started with the Indians. After you had either outright killed the Indians or subdued them on reservations, it was time to build up this stolen land and lo and behold, that’s where my Black ass comes into it. Those who were dragged over here kicking and screaming in the holds of stinking cargo ships are the reason I sit here and write this. They also give me reason to hate your ass with a hatred so intense, I look as though fire is trying to escape from beneath my skin. I have no need to wonder why I am often red in the goddamn face. It is because every single time I see one of you slugs; one of you parasites, I wish that you would almost instantly drop dead, but writhe and moan in sheer torment first!

Everyone over here in America, Caucasoid cocksuckers, has every reason in the world to hate your filthy guts and believe me, many of us do! And I will not ‘celebrate’ your stinking hypocrisy; your continued genocide of entire ethnic groups including mine and like I always say, “Come on up in here with some goddamn ‘love all people’ shit and I will be more than happy to mop the goddamn cyber floor with your depraved white ass!” Every single time I hear of a mass shooting of whites by another white assed motherfucker, I laugh because there you just go on and on about “Black on Black” crime when why worry about us when your own kind is now filling your asses with bullets and they are all deemed, crazy. How can you be crazy? You are the very ones who have determined that all other groups are crazy and ‘for their own good’ of course, you’ve got them lining up to receive your poisoned psych pills, but who is running rampant over here killing children and anyone in sight for the sheer joy of it? Why you white terrorists, that’s who. Oh, but that’s what makes you think you’re filled with ‘supremacy’, right? Because you can amass a shitload of guns and get to shooting wherever and whenever you please? Go ahead! Because karma is a bitch and all that killing that you have engaged in, the world over, is coming home to bite you in the ass. Yes, indeed white folks, enjoy your Thanksgiving because some white mass murdering terrorist just might make it your last!

Oh and lest I forget, here is some ‘good’ news about the first day of hunting season in Wisconsin.

4 shot on opening weekend of deer hunting season in Wisconsin

A 38-year old white man shot himself in the foot, the same  thing happened to a 29-year old white woman. Another white ‘hunter’ shot a 19-year old white woman in the hand and another white man was shot while also deer hunting. You white shits are still at it; can’t stop shooting and killing animals OR humans. And yet, your depraved asses are going to sit around at a table on Thanksgiving Day and pray as though you have any humanity in you whatsoever when anyone with two eyes and more than two brain cells connected and working know that that is a bald faced lie! You cannot get anywhere near ‘humanity’ without bursting into flames, you vicious, vile, depraved blood thirsty shits! And even your beloved dogs are turning on your ass!

German man dies after his dog licks him

A man in Bremen, Germany, died from a very rare infection he developed after his dog licked him.  He was admitted to the intensive care unit when his organs started failing. Despite strong antibiotics and other efforts to save him, his condition declined rapidly. The man died 16 days later.

And don’t even think for a minute that this shit is only occurring over in Germany because remember this, “Dog Damn Near Licks Owner To Death,” and that occurred in this shithole, not once but twice because a white bitch had the same thing happen to her. Even FIDO is fed up with your depraved asses and rightly so! But go right ahead and sit your hypocritical murdering asses down at a “Thanksgiving” dinner table and pray. Your pasty asses are beyond prayer and even your pets are trying to kill you. Yeah, pray….for all the good it’s going to do you!

Fuck YOU and fuck YOUR Thanksgiving bullshit!

 

“Happy” Indian Extermination Day!

 

Cut the bullshit! Call a spade, a spade. Quit dancing around the truth! The truth is that ignorant, stupid, greedy Americans celebrate a day that pays homage to some bullshit about how ‘murdering pilgrims colonizers and Indians celebrated their great relationship with a feast because the Indians were just so thankful that a group of pasty-asses crawled ashore, knowing fuck all about this land and yet, somehow, managed to overcome scurvy and syphilis, small pox and some more shit to feed the original inhabitants after having chased turkeys all over the goddamn place, caught some and then I guess, cooked them over an open fire and the contributions of the grateful Indians was to hand over some ‘Indian corn’ whereupon, everyone sat down and partook of an excellent meal. After the meal, the Indians were slaughtered as well and the confiscation of their land began. Immigration laws? What immigration laws? Who the hell needed a damn passport? “We is WHITE and so we is RIGHT to kill, steal and oh hell, we need some slaves! There ain’t enough Indians left and they’re all hiding in the hills, the few that’s not on reservations. Let’s crawl back into those ships and head back out. Goddamn! There they are! Look lively there! Haul ’em aboard, Black-assed motherfuckers, that they are! Get over here! Prime specimens. Great for breeding purposes and for fucking. We done hit the mother load! Hot damn!”

Ain’t that about it? Have I fucking lied? Hell no! Board that plane to see Aunt Jane and the rest of the “Klan” and enjoy a big ole turkey meal with all the trimmings. I hear tell that the turkeys this year are ‘hit and miss’, meaning that there’s some salmonella issues and Jennie-O Turkey just recalled 91,000 pounds of raw turkey meat thanks to salmonella. Apparently, tryptophan and salmonella just shouldn’t mix. Neither should pilgrim colonizers and Indians when one intends to exterminate the other, but that’s what happened and so dig in! I hope you greedy, gluttonous motherfuckers moan and whine and shit your pants on your way out the door for the ‘early bird’ specials thanks to salmonella induced diarrhea . It would serve you ignorant motherfuckers right!

Of course everyone has just simply forgotten or more likely, chose to ignore the fact that the oh so grateful Indians on those lovely Hallmark cards alongside those murdering pasty-faced colonizers never existed because the bullshit that you believe is an outrageous lie, but you love lies because then you don’t have to face the truth because it’s ugly and you don’t like ugly. That is why you prefer that the truth be ‘whitewashed’, sugarcoated and some mo shit! Yeah! Let’s put it out there that everyone got along just like we do today, is that it? Who the fuck is getting along? Oh, we are going to see some pictures of some long lines at airports because, once again, we’ve got to live the lie. We’ve got to pretend that everything is hunky dory and that we are just so grateful to spend time with family we secretly despise and detest, but since we are told that on Thanksgiving, we are to ‘pretend’ if need be that we are thankful for family and friends and big, groaning tables full of ‘cardiac arrest’, then we will, such dutiful, obedient sheep, are we. And the tree is already decorated over in the corner just waiting on those expensive presents, all beautifully gift wrapped to be placed underneath it and you’ve already got your shopping strategy mapped out. Plane lands, met by drunk Uncle Jack, who farts and belches his way back to Aunt Jane’s house where there’s a bunch of folks knocking back alcohol and you swear you see, out of the corner of your eye, Uncle Jack’s wife giving Uncle David, a ‘come hither’ look. Then it’s kiss and hug everyone time and insincere utterances of “how nice to see you and oh, don’t you look lovely in that sweater” which you secretly think is uglier than Aunt Jane’s face. Tomorrow, it’s take half an hour to ‘give thanks’ and out the door for the “Door buster sales” you go! And you will kick, beat and scratch your way all over the store for yet ANOTHER TV, smartphone and anything else to distract you from the truth!

Oh, we are so good at pretense and we are even better at doing what we have been programmed to do without thought. You are told to celebrate “Thanksgiving” on the fourth Thursday of every November and you do it. You are told what to eat on that day and you eat it even if it means a salmonella diagnosis with you shitting and puking at the same time. You are told to shop the next day or in some cases, just as soon as you clean your plate and you do it. You don’t see anything wrong with this picture, do you? Of course you don’t because thinking for yourself is a novelty; patently unheard of and you wouldn’t dare stand alone, conformist that you are. Buck the trend? Who you? NEVER! Those who write the script for you to follow can count on you and millions of others to do exactly as you are told, without question and you do it. And those who write the script have made damn sure that they keep the truth in check. Who needs to be continuously fed the truth in that “Thanksgiving” is a fucking lie, a travesty and a tragedy. I know one thing, your ass would never drive through an Indian reservation and see the devastation, hopelessness, despair and abject poverty. Hell! That’s not on the way to your shopping spree!

You think ALL Indians are living the good life thanks to casino gambling and so what the fuck do you have to consider their plight for? Let me clear one thing up right now. The majority of Indians get no revenue from gaming; only a select few. The majority spend their short lives living in poverty and many are homeless since reservation life is beyond intolerable. They are still just as addicted to ‘firewater’ today as they were when the first pasty-faced shits gave them that, supposedly, in exchange for their land. And I am so naïve as to believe that the land your house sits own, you bartered for it with the bank. You gave the bank manager cases of liquor and he gave you the deed to your house. I mean, what was good enough for the Indians should be good enough for that pasty-faced bank manager, shouldn’t it? Fuck no! Yeah! Take a case of liquor to a bank and state that you intend to exchange that for a nice, prime piece of land on which to build you a home. That’s going to go over real well.

So no, it’s not “Happy Thanksgiving!” It’s “Happy” Indian Extermination Day! That’s the goddamn truth because Indians are still dying because they are homeless to this very day. Go ahead and wish Pamela Rivera, a “Happy Thanksgiving!” She can’t hear you because she just died in a homeless tent city in Minnesota while waiting on some affordable housing to open up. But I am sure that when she was alive, she was eternally grateful when “Thanksgiving” came around each and every November.

Fox 9 Investigators: A death in tent city

“My name is Pamela Rivera and we are at a homeless camp,” she can be heard saying in a video that was posted on Facebook. “We just call it tent town for natives.”

Puke your fucking guts out after eating a goddamn heaping helping of salmonella. Shit until your asshole burns and crap yourself ALL the fucking way to Walmart, why doncha!

The plight of her people was consigned to the garbage while we celebrate lies, lies and damned lies! But remember this, what comes around, goes around. There are many who are still homeless down in Florida thanks to Hurricane Michael and the same is going down in California thanks to those wildfires that are still raging. I hear tell that many will be spending “Thanksgiving” in a tent city in a Walmart parking lot. Oh wait! They are being moved to some fairgrounds due to inclement weather. I remember seeing pictures of tents set up in parking lots of shopping centers awaiting store openings. Well, this year, some of those tents will contain those whose homes have burned to the ground. Karma is a bitch, ain’t it?

Dude in the above picture is just beyond perplexed at his situation here in America.

“I never thought I’d live in a tent city,” said Mr. Winter, 39, a Marine Corps veteran and software developer who had recently emerged from a stretch of homelessness, only to lose everything he owned in the devastating Camp Fire, the deadliest California wildfire on record. “I mean, this is America; we’re not supposed to live this way. But here we are, man, the new normal.”

Translation:

“I am WHITE! What the fuck am I doing living out of a tent in a field at Walmart? I am a WHITE Marine Corps vet, who you should be bending over backwards thanking for my service killing people that I didn’t even know….AND…..I am a software developer and even though I was homeless before becoming homeless AGAIN, this shit ain’t supposed to happen to ME! I’m WHITE! What about that can you people not understand? I am WHITE, goddamn it! And fucking hey! I voted for Donald “Make America Great Again!” Trump but this bullshit ain’t fucking great! Get me some help and get me some help now! Fuck this shit man, I AM WHITE!”

Jarrad Winter, welcome to Pamela Rivera’s world! Oh, and “Happy Indian Extermination Day!” Ain’t karma, a bitch??!!!

 

 

 

“Oh Dear, Bubba Dear!”

bubba dear and his flag2

 

As a southerner, I am neither appalled nor am I outraged over what Bubba Dear has done. ‘Homegrown’ terrorists like Bubba Dear are a dime a dozen here in the land of the stupid and the afraid; better known to most of you as AmeriKKKa.

Bubba Dear is giving us Amerikkkans, a bad name and that is a fact. I mean, for goodness sake, we just finished gorging ourselves on dead turkeys and now Bubba Dear comes along and makes a mockery of our ‘thankfulness’ over this Thanksgiving weekend. What a way to finish out this “We are all thankful for your bounty and for your blessings Oh Lord God on high and as we celebrate how thankful we are to be with friends and family, we look forward to the holiness of Christmas and the Christ child’s virgin birth yada yada yada. Damn! I just gagged my own damn self over that pile of horseshit! But thankfully, there’s that word again, ‘thankful’, thankfully we’ve got Bubba Dear to remind us just how thankful we ought be. I mean, here he comes ‘a riding in on his big white steed….uh…I mean, in his pickup truck just a gunning fer those awful sinners down at the Planned Parenthood clinic and snakes alive, Bubba up and kills a pole-eesmun and he don’t even get hisself full of bullet holes; he ain’t shot so many daggone times that he’s a looking like Swiss cheese. And the cops even stopped long enough to give us a word on why Bubba Dear commenced to killing folks at the Planned Parenthood Clinic. He was, according to the cops, upset about fetal parts selling. Even though it weren’t no fetal body part of any of Bubba Dear’s inbred offspring, he was still all het up over it and since he had been reading that magazine called, Southern White Supremacy Terrorism”, well Bubba Dear just got all sorts of crazy ideas and since all of us in the south and evuhwhere else in AmeriKKKa got at least 25 guns, well, it weren’t no problem a’tall fer Bubba Dear to pick amongst his cache and get ta shooting.

We is all surprised like, ’cause this don’t happen in Amerikkka on a regular basis. We is too busy going on and on about dat dar ISIS, which us in the south thought was a goddess, but we is catching up with the rest of the world and even though “The South Will Rise Agin!” we gone see to it that fetal body parts don’t get sold. Bubba Dear was just doing his patriotic duty by protecting ALL Amerikkkans agin the gubmint law that states that wimmins has the rights to kill bābeez! Now, don’t mine Bubba Dear’s lack of an edumacasion and the fact that Bubba Dear considers hisself ta be filled with the supremes ’cause he feels that he is supreme to Black folks. I’m gonna keep this clean and it is real hard ta do so since I just cum from a Klan meeting muself. I dressed in ‘white’ face ’cause I’m doing an article on ‘White Supreme Groups Who’s Who’. I must say that I certainly appreciate Bubba Dear here ‘outing’ hisself in ‘Who’s Who’ so’s I can check him off muh list since he is gonna be incarcerated fer a few days. Just long enough fer his comrade terrorists to ‘Go Fund’ him some bale monies. Don’t mine muh spelling. We ain’t too brite down here. Hell! Y’all see how Bubba Dear was living. He weren’t never one fer food stamps seeing as how dat dar is a gubmint run program and terrorists like Bubba Dear is agin a’seeking help especially since he said that Obama was gone personally brung him his food stamps if’n he applied fer dem. He said, “I ain’t abowt ta haf no nigger cum to my hawse and hand me no goddamn food stamps. I’d just as soon as hunt fer berries and shoot me a possum or two.”

But now that Bubba Dear has committed this heinous crime dat he don’t think is a crime, he’s gonna get fed by the very gubmint he was hell bent on being non-compliant to. Ain’t that something? Now, I gots to tell Bubba Dear’s homeys that he ain’t gonna be home fer supper tuhnight ’cause he’s  a dining in the big hawse. Dey should a told Bubba Dear to hold off of doing dat at least til after the Thanksgiving holeeday.

I want to say in closing that we is all thankful that Bubba Dear was cawt and dat he is where he belongs. However, please to consider that Bubba edumacated hisself and the only book dat he had was ‘See Dick Run’. Now, can you at least sympathize with the fact that his brain potential was nevuh fully realized? Can you come to terms with the fact that Bubba Dear thought that he was supreme? Unfortunately, dare are many mo Bubba Dears out dare and dey is gonna go off on a rampage and keel some folks.  Dey is worse den ISIS! So wave a webel flag for Bubba Dear tuhnight and say it wif me, “The Sawth Weel Rize Agin! Stop the selling of fetul bawdee pawts!” Now, ain’t we all ‘thankful’?