Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Barack Got A Little Malcom In Him

6 comments:

Submariner said...

This is just too good.

Anonymous said...

Talk Ebonics--Malcom, spell Ebonics--Malcom.

Outside of the fact that this Disillusioned Community Organizer has ZERO Malcolm X in him, you could at least spell the ancestors name correctly.

Denmark Vesey said...

Talk Ebonics--Kiss My Black Ass, spell Ebonics--Kiss My Black Ass.

Jesus was a Disillusioned Community Organizer.

You Flunkies of the Pharisees said the same thing about him.

Anonymous said...

How 'bout you, DV.....You making calls and helping out Barack??
Ya wanna?

Anonymous said...

If you want to compare Barack to Jesus—kool mon, just don’t compare this Negro who barks (at Black Fathers/Rene Marie) when the white man says bark and who bites (at Rev. Wright/Father Pfleger) when the white man says bite, to a Black Revolutionary.

To understand this, you have to go back to what [the] young brother here referred to as the house Negro and the field Negro — back during slavery. There was two kinds of slaves. There was the house Negro and the field Negro. The house Negroes - they lived in the house with master, they dressed pretty good, they ate good ’cause they ate his food — what he left. They lived in the attic or the basement, but still they lived near the master; and they loved their master more than the master loved himself. They would give their life to save the master’s house quicker than the master would. The house Negro, if the master said, “We got a good house here,” the house Negro would say, “Yeah, we got a good house here.” Whenever the master said “we,” he said “we.” That’s how you can tell a house Negro.

If the master’s house caught on fire, the house Negro would fight harder to put the blaze out than the master would. If the master got sick, the house Negro would say, “What’s the matter, boss, we sick?” We sick! He identified himself with his master more than his master identified with himself. And if you came to the house Negro and said, “Let’s run away, let’s escape, let’s separate,” the house Negro would look at you and say, “Man, you crazy. What you mean, separate? Where is there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than this? Where can I eat better food than this?” That was that house Negro. In those days he was called a “house nigger.” And that’s what we call him today, because we’ve still got some house niggers running around here. –Malcolm X

CNu said...

anonymous field Negros spittin lessons today....,