Tuesday, December 27, 2011
That's the nicest way that I could put it. Had to delete the original title.
I don't want to make this a 'why I hate being Black' rant... but i'll just remind people again that Cosby was right.
The results of Black social & moral degeneration keep piling up.
The Mall of America was trashed this week by thugs who started a brawl that took an hour and dozens of police officers to bring under control. Reportedly the urban terrorists were in a frenzy over rappers. Huh?
Zombies also started riots across the Country during a stupid shoe promotion. These people can spend in the neighborhood of $200 for a ------- pair of shoes and can camp out at 3 or 4am but many are SOME of the same jackasses who won't spend money to buy a book, refuse to show that kind of dedication when it comes to maintaining a job, and won't spend the money for the basic necessities for their children (authorities have to go looking for them for child support). But a stupid pair of shoes... made overseas by other poor people? No problem. The irony there is hard to miss.
Why is it that so many of the mores associated with strong families, & strong communities seem to be situated almost in reverse order in Black society? The lower rate of marriage, the rate of children out of wedlock, the importance of education not as valued, the more knuckle-headed, thuggish & criminalistic a man is... the more value he has as a partner and member of the community... black women (very large portion.... not all) desire them even more. The values are backwards. This race for material possessions over making sure souls, minds and children have what they really need is beyond bizarre, especially during an economic slump that is hitting minorities the hardest.
25-30 years ago I can recall how youth culture was dominated by who had the top name brands. I bought into that nonsense for a couple of years (didn't know any better), especially when I was in middle school. But luckily I got rid of that curse by the time I was 14 years old. As I got older, my original feelings/instincts began to take hold again - the feeling that this brand worship and idiocy from Hip Hop culture didn't make any sense to me. I allowed peer pressure and the need to fit in to stop me from being who I really was. I got rid of that poison along with Rap culture.
These folks are lost sheep. And they make every aspect of life harder for those who look like them.
This stuff drives me crazy.
Posted by Brian E. at 10:19 PM