I was born in a place where people like me were outnumbered by people who were not. Not that they were white though. Just a different minority that won the demographic war years before I came on the scene. There's a superiority issue, but the fun thing about Hispanics is that they're racially all over the place. So some of them look like us and just come from a different culture. I think that kept things from ever getting too bad. When racist stuff did occur, most of the class went against the guy who said it. Not bad, even if the school drove away one of the best teachers it ever had because he was too radical. And they once gathered a bunch of minority kids to get a photo exhibiting their multiculturosity. So, scratch that, the predominantly white administration had problems, but the rest of us were hunky dory. That's What Happens when there's a disjunct between the authority and the populace. That and Ferguson.
We've seen enemies. At times. Mostly from a distance but sometimes up close. We only reserve our bile for those who cannot be talked to, who don't realize something is wrong after everyone not on their side hates their guts. Arpaio types, for instance. Most people can be talked to. At least, I think that until a Ferguson or a Martin occurs and half the country coagulates into an unbreakable scab of 'logic' and 'facts' and 'having no bleeding sympathy for a family who just lost their college bound boy' and so forth. God help me if I raise a family outside of where I am with my own people.
I go to a fancy school. Mostly diverse, but there's still a significant minority that doesn't quite get it. Lived in the wrong place s.t. race relations wasn't a constant part of their life. The key, so we've hoped, is to make them aware of where the gaps are. Not the most pleasant thing to do, but it's better than letting them escape to corporate, or worse, Capitol Hill, without knowing that there are actual gaps and that liberal media isn't making stuff up whole cloth.
The people white America remember are the people who take the diplomatic route. Marshall. Luther. Carver. The schools skip over du Bois and X and anyone who wouldn't fit as a good historical figure for the wee children. And if we try to teach the children properly, we get accused of teaching trivial subjects. And Texas still owns the textbook world.
And if we try the route with guns again, the CIA will undermine us again, ignoring those nice young men walking with rifles in public places. You can't be dangerous and unpatriotic at the same time, only one.
I don't trust the government because the current incumbents seem bent on doing jack all with their positions that doesn't line their pockets or prop up the party line, and they've made it incredibly difficult to get rid of them with Gerrymandering and other things. Also, lobbyists, which mean the only way to get a word in is to be rich enough to hire one. I don't trust the populace as much as I'd like because they demand facts and statistics now instead of the visceral marches of Martin's day, and when we give them stats, they think they're wrong because they're not their stats and they won't believe their sources would lie to them. I don't believe in guns because that is the language of the oppressor. Also, killing people is bad, even if they represent a system that can no longer do what it was meant to do. I don't trust the state where I was born because the government refuses to admit that Stand Your Ground has gone wildly out of control, despite stats and common sense showing that violence goes up when you give people a ticket out of jail.
Hmm. I was almost certain that I had a 'but' or a 'however' clause after this. This is worse than I thought.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I don't wanna go to school either, but I have a quiz today so I'm gonna do it anyway
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
After having it for two years, I've finally decided on a name for my tablet
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
We've seen enemies. At times. Mostly from a distance but sometimes up close. We only reserve our bile for those who cannot be talked to, who don't realize something is wrong after everyone not on their side hates their guts. Arpaio types, for instance. Most people can be talked to. At least, I think that until a Ferguson or a Martin occurs and half the country coagulates into an unbreakable scab of 'logic' and 'facts' and 'having no bleeding sympathy for a family who just lost their college bound boy' and so forth. God help me if I raise a family outside of where I am with my own people.
I go to a fancy school. Mostly diverse, but there's still a significant minority that doesn't quite get it. Lived in the wrong place s.t. race relations wasn't a constant part of their life. The key, so we've hoped, is to make them aware of where the gaps are. Not the most pleasant thing to do, but it's better than letting them escape to corporate, or worse, Capitol Hill, without knowing that there are actual gaps and that liberal media isn't making stuff up whole cloth.
The people white America remember are the people who take the diplomatic route. Marshall. Luther. Carver. The schools skip over du Bois and X and anyone who wouldn't fit as a good historical figure for the wee children. And if we try to teach the children properly, we get accused of teaching trivial subjects. And Texas still owns the textbook world.
And if we try the route with guns again, the CIA will undermine us again, ignoring those nice young men walking with rifles in public places. You can't be dangerous and unpatriotic at the same time, only one.
I don't trust the government because the current incumbents seem bent on doing jack all with their positions that doesn't line their pockets or prop up the party line, and they've made it incredibly difficult to get rid of them with Gerrymandering and other things. Also, lobbyists, which mean the only way to get a word in is to be rich enough to hire one. I don't trust the populace as much as I'd like because they demand facts and statistics now instead of the visceral marches of Martin's day, and when we give them stats, they think they're wrong because they're not their stats and they won't believe their sources would lie to them. I don't believe in guns because that is the language of the oppressor. Also, killing people is bad, even if they represent a system that can no longer do what it was meant to do. I don't trust the state where I was born because the government refuses to admit that Stand Your Ground has gone wildly out of control, despite stats and common sense showing that violence goes up when you give people a ticket out of jail.
Hmm. I was almost certain that I had a 'but' or a 'however' clause after this. This is worse than I thought.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
And there are increasingly more people that resemble you guys in this country today. So.
STL can burn to the fucking ground, for all I care. I kind of hope the Giants sweep their asses in the NLCS, Nats or no Nats.
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Under bone white crosses
For those who saw their daughters
Virtues were taken by invading forces
They promised the century to you
And all you did was count the dead
And pray for merciful release
In the longest and the darkest night
Where greater men have fallen
Here we stand guard
Where greater men have fallen
Until the end of time
They made you build your tomb
With your own very hands
And ground your kin to dust
In the dark satanic mills of progress
It seems the lands of the free
Are born of the cold and empty grave
And the myths of liberty
Bind our wrists like slaves
Where greater men have fallen
Here we stand guard
Where greater men have fallen
Until the end of time
Where greater men have fallen
Is where we stand guard
And you will always bury your sons
Under broken barren promises
And the heart of your motherland
Will be ripped from her chest
Where greater men have fallen
We are ready to die
Where greater men have fallen
We are ready to die
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
How goes it?
Also, http://globalnews.ca/news/1606893/teen-mistaken-for-burglar-gets-pepper-sprayed-arrested-in-own-home/
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