>
> The secular progressives are the enemy...but the white woman [those that
> make hay with black men] have become their terrible weapon by which the
> war swings in their favor. War is never won on the battlefield, but in
> the mind first and last [something we should perhaps remember about
> Alquieda as well]. Patton had it wrong [or at least the George C. Scott
> rendition]...war is not so much won by killing the poor bastard enemy; it
> is won by making him 'give up'.
>
> White women fucking black men entice me to 'give up'... which I have for
> normal life. But I continue to breath, and there is a war going on for
> control of our very culture.
>
>
Well, I posted Rolling Stone lyrics 'Beast of Burden' on another thread and
realized the song was an exact fit for much of my sentiment about white
women making hay with black men. It is not just about sex,
but...sheese...about life itself I suppose. Deep...very deep; core deep.
SHE has given away my father's father's father's way of life. She does it
through her sexuality and by the choices she makes. I feel highly USED
these days, my forebears erecting the structures of civilization, and here
at this late date, she giving it all away for a 'thrill ride in the sack'
[so it seems]. My land and culture 'occupied' by her new suitor that she
now willingly beds with. This...all of this...it was all about HER; and the
nest we'd build together. Now she trades me [symbolically] like the animal
cuckold...pride, honor, nobility, virtue notwithstanding, for the animal
longings of lust and passions that drive her mind to chaos.
I honestly believe I'd rather tear it all down like John Wayne did in 'who
shot liberty valance', before I'd allow her to take residence with another
suitor in the house I built. Now...that of course is madness I admit to.
But it shows the depth I feel. Just don't let me ever be in charge or I
think I WILL burn it all down; but then, who knows how I lurk in the souls
in some, as of yet, inert way, large or small, of white males everywhere.
We have been betrayed, et.al.
So...the song 'Beast of Burden' comes to mind [that turtoni might
understand]...
""excerpted
Am I hard enough
Am I rough enough
Am I rich enough
Im not too blind to see
Oh little sister
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl
Youre a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty
Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on baby please, please, please
Ill tell ya
You can put me out
On the street
Put me out
With no shoes on my feet
But, put me out, put me out
Put me out of misery
Yeah, all your sickness
I can suck it up
Throw it all at me
I can shrug it off
Theres one thing baby
That I dont understand
You keep on telling me
I aint your kind of man
Aint I rough enough, ooh baby
Aint I tough enough
Aint I rich enough, in love enough
Ooh! ooh! please
Ill never be your beast of burden
Ill never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
""
