F*ck Your Fireworks!

So, the senate issued an apology for the slavery/segregation era, a couple of weeks back (http://tonygrands.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-obama-now-this.html). Notice how little fanfare it received. I would compare it to the whole "if a tree falls in the forest" theory. Really, If there were a message to be delivered to the Black public, why not broadcast it on Oprah like KFC did (Ha!)? If no one heard your apology, is it still considered as saying "sorry"? I don't think so, but most people think I'm a douche, so go figure.

This being Independence Day weekend & all, I've been doing the normal things us Black folk do to celebrate, minus the weed, alcohol, drunk driving & domestic violence. I noticed quite a few people, who obviously wouldn't do so otherwise, were wearing some type of patriotic clothing, as if to broadcast their support of our country. It had me wondering several things.

One being, aren't some (if not most) of these people blatantly defrauding the welfare system? No racism, because I'm Black & know first hand how valuable an EBT card can be when needed. I'm just saying. Taxes are high as f*#k, unemployment as a whole is ravaging families, the economy is a willy-nilly as a pregnant women, & "these people" are living off the sweat of those lucky enough to be able to pay how they weigh. Yet & still, they throw on the muffin-top hugger baby tees to go celebrate life in America.

Seriously, just pay some godd*mned taxes & invest in the economy legitimately & I'm positive that would be enough for Uncle Sam. F*#k your fireworks (which BTW, are illegal in most states).

Hell, I'd throw a party too if I didn't have to do anything but be a parasite, by choice, & still reap the benefits of the working lower-middle class. I'm not saying all welfare recipients, just the ones who have babies as a career choice. You've seen them; not a man in sight, & there's usually no more than a 3 year difference between their 8 kids' ages. If you have that many kids & no car, something is wrong. Really though.

Now, I have several relatives who blame the White man for everything. Their lack of employment, the fact that girls don't like them, why books are so hard to read, so on & so forth. These are the same dudes who nonchalantly traverse back & forth between home & prison of their own valition, constantly saying "School of for suckers!", without so much as a GED. Convicted felons who casually blame their law breakage on the existence of said laws.

"I wouldn't have to rob & sell dope if somebody would give me a job." No, you wouldn't have to rob & sell dope if you had gotten some education. Sweet, sweet irony.

Yet, on a day meant for symbolizing all that the American experience entails, they feel the incessant need to join in the festivities. As if their .03 a day penal system job qualifies them to be productive citizens. Hmmph. Nothing says "patriotism" like violent crimes against fellow Americans. Repeatedly. That's like singing the National Anthem while an upside-down flag flies, on fire, at half-mast from a totem pole.

See, while I may not consider myself the most blue-blooded American (of African descent), I know I've earned my place under the Red, White & Blue pennant. & not because I had to be hog tied/pepper sprayed first either, but because life in Russia sucks & I don't know sh!t about no Africa.

If nothing else, I could always pull the "y'all owe us" card out of my Kente cloth tote bag. But I don't. I pride myself on knowing that I contribute to the country, even if they did annihilate my ancestors. The smallest backhanded compliment they could pay me is at least "Thanks. Pop your fireworks & eat with us".

"You're welcome. & I will."

In another hundred years or so, they'll be no more colored lines. Race will be one big blur of Mullatos talking about the days that their ancestors (Us) began to be treated like actual human beings. But, until then, I'll take my piece of pie.

Whether I choose to eat it or throw it at the next White person I see is yet to be figured out. But, I know I've earned the right to make that choice.

Happy Fourth, motherf*ckers.