What's the definition of "learning Tree"?
Chris Tsao
pre-school? If this is the definition, is it the full definition?
I just tried to research it online, all I got was stuff like daycare
centers and the movie.
I have a letter that's 17 pages long, and as soon as I find a
particular idiom, it will be almost completely finished. Do you know
any idiom that means a thing that teaches someone to grow as a person,
or that helps to prepare them for the world and helps to train them
for life? I'm counting on it being learning tree.
Chris Tsao
I probably can't use learning fountain, seeing as though I used
fountain of wisdom in the same paragraph. I got "shock advertisement"
and "charity infomercial" due to asking alt.english.usage about a
month ago. Thanks!
contrex
It is not a well known English idiom. I suggest you check your source
for this phrase.
Flying Tortoise
Could you please give us the sentence in which you intend to use it?
(Just write it with 'learning tree' in the place that you want to use
the idiom.)
A number of options occur to me but their use requires context.
Chris Tsao
> (Just write it with 'learning tree' in the place that you want to use
> the idiom.)
> A number of options occur to me but their use requires context.
The sentence has to do with some black guy at a job I had who five
times took the sides of black people over mine to protect them and
some black woman yelled at me like a two-yr-old in a jealous temper
tantrum for asking her if I'd get my vacation ppay if I quit and the
black guy witnessed it. So a few days later, I asked the black guy why
he thinks the black woman yelled at me because I was ccurious to see
if he would tell me that he thinks that she thinks that the stupid job
I had would be training me for life, and I'd learn something and he
did via using innuendo. So I am working on the paragraph below for a
complaint letter to the company we were employed at:
... since he was suspecting that he could steer me to conclude that
(1) merely standing there not doing squat and at the most--sometimes
(and sometimes is the key word) folding a sweater and then putting it
back on a shelf and/or straightening a pair of pants on a rack builds
charactor and might even toughen me up for all he knows and that (2)
my job is a learning tree and that (3) my life won't be too good
unless I don't have it so easy.
contrex
> The sentence has to do with some black guy at a job I had who five
> times took the sides of black people over mine to protect them and
> some black woman yelled at me like a two-yr-old in a jealous temper
> tantrum for asking her if I'd get my vacation ppay if I quit and the
> black guy witnessed it. So a few days later, I asked the black guy why
> he thinks the black woman yelled at me
"The Learning Tree" is the title of an autobiographical novel by
Gordon Clark. It was filmed in 1969 and stars Kyle Johnson as Newt, a
black teenager living in 1920s Kansas. He is an intelligent even-
tempered young man who meets the many racial prejudices he faces with
composure and pride. His friend Marcus (Alex Clarke) is hot-headed and
prone to react emotionally when confronted with life's problems. Newt
gets into a difficult situation when he witnesses a murder and must
decide if he should come forward to clear the man being framed for the
crime. Doing so would forever change his own life, as well as Marcus'.
In 1989, the film was selected to the National Film Registry in the
Library of Congress.
It sounds like you need to reflect on racial prejudice yourself. I'd
fire your racist ass if I were your boss.
Chris Tsao
If he can oppress me and get in my business to do it, I can complain
in letter to the store and if I know the reasons why he did it, and if
they entail over-the-top prejudices of his that sound like paranoia on
my part, I am not a racist for making them public. Even if I am wrong
about some of the things I think, they don't make me a racist. I'm
just reaching the wrong conclusion. For example, he thought of black
people as family members and tribal members due to how there are less
of his people than other races. He would have me believe that the
black woman is royalty to me and that I'm only master of my destiny if
I live my life like I'm a little goody-two-shoes and not foolishly.
Like I can move to Australia and that's not her business, but if I
move to Australia because I was ordered by a judge to pay child
support and I'm a deadbeat dad and remove my ass from his
jurisdiction, she can give me a spanking and send me to bed without my
supper.
My father, stepmother, aunt, two of my friends and a co-worker all
told me that he was sticking up for his own kind.
contrex
> [crazy trash]
You sound like a lunatic now.
Flying Tortoise
Nothing I could suggest would save this paragraph from its descent
into incomprehensibility even if I had some sympathy with its intent
(which I do not!)
Chris Tsao
Because this subject makes me boil with disgust, and I don't
appreciate being called a racist, and that goes for the crazy trash
remark. I was there, you weren't. I have inside knowledge about things
that have happened in my life. I take my rights very seriously.
Chris Tsao
> into incomprehensibility even if I had some sympathy with its intent
> (which I do not!)
The paragraph is in its infanacy. I'll fix it. And you should have
sympathy for its intent.This was a bad woman who didn't know the
difference between right and wrong and who thought of people as
objects and not really real.
Not only is the company getting the letter, assuming that I can find
the black lady, and that I don't harm her physically, all her
relatives who live in her house, neighbors, God only knows how many of
her co-workers, bosses will be getting it too.
contrex
Your racism makes me boil with disgust, and you ARE a racist.
contrex
I shall be reporting you to the FBI as a possible stalker. They will
get your address from AOL. You're heading for jail. You should get
help.
Chris Tsao
THen you must be black. Black people--gerenally speaking--are more
overly sensative than everybody else about being thought of as
different and getting repressed. That's why I have made enemies from
them in the past.
Chris Tsao
> get your address from AOL. You're heading for jail. You should get
> help.
Get on line. It was nineteen years ago to the month since I worked at
the store in my letter. Since then, I've had a worker file an official
complaint against me with the cops at a precinct, the store threaten
me with the authorities once, another time, they told me the poilice
are tracing this call. I've blitzed them with emails, snail mail,
faxes. Jail is cool, I would get homemade tatoos there as a memento. I
won't ever go to jail or I would habe by now, but I can take it or
leave it.
Chris Tsao
> complaint against me with the cops at a precinct,
Which did her good. For about two years.
I remember this alt.english.usage post from four years ago. Which is
more proof that some people think that young men are socially
obligated to work even if they don't need to chip in a 1-cent piece
for their HBO and Netflix. Plus, a few years ago, a friend of mine
used to tell me that I was quote "immoral" because I don't work.
At the store, I was working three days a week, and asked a
megalamaniac to give me less days three months after I started. I
guessed that he would soon tell me that I should work more days with
an increadibly authorative demeanor and make it look like he was
ordering me to because he doesn't approve that a young man barely into
his twenties with two good hands has so much free time and that I
spend it resting my bones, having the time of my life, farting around,
and looking for fun, and that he can put his foot down. As soon as I
came back to work, with minutes, he said to me, with total authority,
"You should go into the office and ask for more days and if they don't
give you more days, you should demand more days! You shouldn't ask for
more days, you should demand more days!"
I also knew that the woman who went to the police about me around a
year later, if she were to find out, that since it was a hang-up and
an uber pet-peeve of hers that people aren't responsible and thought
that she was a corporatist, that I would be inadvertantly making an
enemy with her because she would think that young men are on the
honour system to be working their asses off and so she would mess with
me by making believe that I was both consciecely (sp.) laying down on
the job and unknowingly making a huge mistake while antagonizing me
with a hostile phrasing, voice, body languages, expressions.
The very next day we crossed paths, for saying "good morning" to the
black guy in responce to him saying good morning to me first and
answering his question about how I'm doing, the other megalamaniac
says to me with hatetred and authority and with a demeanor that means
on some other day that I did something(s) to cause her to conclude
that I'm amoral and stupid, "No talking Chris! ... Not on MY time!"
Then she put her head down and twisted it and left it down with her
eyelids mostly closed and her lower lip sticking out so I'd see that.
She was having me get bacl to work as a just-desserts for me not
obiding by what she thinks is an unwritten rule that young men have to
be responsible and for thinking that it's ludicrous (sp) that I was
this young man brandnew to the jobworld and couldn't last three months
at a job that mostly just entailed standing at attention. That I am an
indolent, a funmaker, fun-go-getter, that I must be doing it on the
back of a parent. I should want to be independant.
She didn't tell the two guys I was talking to not to talk. She was
singling me out.
But the point I'm trying to make here is that (1) I had a sneaky
suspicion back then that people thought that young men have to work in
the name of "menfolk" and I've found this to be true in the past few
years. And that (2) since I was right about the two sh*theads above,
I must be right for thinking that the black guy was prejudiced about
me for not being black too.
http://groups.google.com/group/alt.usage.english/browse_thread/thread/1aeb5e85351e0a4e?hl=en
Chris Tsao
> overly sensative than everybody else about being thought of as
> different and getting repressed. That's why I have made enemies from
> them in the past.
So only a racist would think that the black guy was defending two
other black people from me because I'm not part of their little
members only club? Okay, well I think he was he was defending them for
some reason and that he really thought that they were wrong. Maybe
because they were my very much my elders and I was barely into
adulthood. Either way, he was not being fair.
But if I catch the n*gger, I'm gonna go Lynyrd Skynyrd on her putka.
It's gonna suck nasty f*cking n*gger assh*les for the woman seeing as
though I doubt I will have the patience to not go off on her ghetto
ass as opposed to following her home or to her job so I can spread the
word to everyone who lives in her building about how she is the
jealous type and deluded herself that she was a high-performance CEO
of a leading uber-corporation and didn't have the foggiest idea that
people could read her like a book on the off chance that she wants to
babysit kids who live in her building (I protect children). Plus I
will be seeing red.
I think that a large portion of the black people who think O.J. is
innocent and that any white people who think he's guilty are racists,
are no better than average in intelligence, but moost are below.
I sent my letter out via email today because the prices of stamps went
up today and so they might not have adjusted the scale at the post
office. I will also send it out snail mail in a few days to the
headquarters and all of their stores.
I will post my complaint letter in a few minutes. If you think that
this black guy wasn't taking sides, you are below average in
intelligence.
Also, black people called Geraldo Rivera a racist for thinking O.J.
innocent, so he explained that he has a black grandfather and that
they can kiss his black ass. I know what you're thinking now. You're
thinking that he's a self-deprecating black man, or that he lied about
having black genes.
My last girlfirend was black and the last woman I dated before her was
also. You have to meet someone to know whether they are a racist. The
black guy whom I wrote about is a racist. He doesn't know it. I was
one of his favorite (sp) people at the job, but he didn't know that he
didn''t think that I was as good as a black person is. Which brings up
a whole new point. Many black people don't think they are prejudiced.
Chris Tsao
> I will post my complaint letter in a few minutes. If you think that
> this black guy wasn't taking sides, you are below average in
> intelligence.
May 14, 2007
_MY STRUGGLE_
To Whom It May Concern,
This paper will examine how one of your assistant managers by the name
of Joel
S took the sides of two co-workers of ours, yet didn’t think they
were really
right, or did, but only because of the color of their skin, their low
networth and how dumb
of a job they had, the overall plight of his people and what
miscellaneous things they had
to endure as individuals and because of one them’s weight etc..
In December 1987 or January 1988, I was in a friendly little debate
with Alton (a black
man who appeared to be well into his forties) about whether or not any
man in creation
can pick up any girl on the street. I had a sneaking hunch that he’d
be of the opinion none
can; due to how it goes without saying it would turn him off to do
this himself because he
is a little Mr. Perfect, so I told him that I tricked this school I
went to into giving me this
girl’s address that I liked and that I was going to wait for her
outside her house and
pretend that I was bumping into her by happenstance; not because I
wanted to discuss my
plan with him, but just to see if he would tell me that no one on the
planet can or ever will
be able to do this. (It bears noting that me telling him that I
obtained the girl’s address in
such a non-kosher way, made him sick and all the more closed-minded to
what I was
telling him. That is, he concluded that this piece of information is
going to factor in about
whether or not I get rejected; as though she’s a mindreader thus will
find out what I did or
a little birdie will spill the beans or she’ll know psychically.) Our
debate wasn’t whether
or not in general this can happen, it was about whether or not any man
can pull off
picking up a girl if he’s picking her up on the street and whether or
not there’s as much as
but one single singular sole solo solitary individual female out of
all the billions of them
on earth who wouldn’t mind if they met a man in this way.
I reckoned that since people get mugged on the street, since people
get arrested on the
street, since people get raped, murdered and buy and do drugs on
streets, since pimps,
child molestors and drunkards walk on streets, that he would not want
to go out with any
woman alive if the place where he asks her for a date is a place like
this and that he thinks
everyone in the world is like him. For all he knows, if he were to rap
to a woman he saw
on the street, a drug dealer could’ve stepped in the very spot where
either he or she was
standing not two hours ago. If he psychically knew some man got
arrested three or four
feet from the very spot where they were talking, that would make it so
he would be even
gladder that he forwent getting any pussy (and vice versa if you ask
him). So if he had to
bet his life, he would bet this doesn’t ever happen because ALL of the
women in the
world share his belief-system and have the same personality as him
because all people are
exacly like one another.
If he had ever known anyone who got a date on the street, he wouldn’t
have had the
brains to use this as evidence that it happens. I’d say the odds are
that he must’ve known
about a few people who did.
It doesn’t take a pyschiatrist to figure out that he’d not have the
foresight to know that if
he met up with her, that he wouldn’t be commiserating about where it
was that he ran into
her. And nor would it put a damper on things. Misoneists usally get
used to things when
thrown into it.
I said to him something like, Say for the sake of argument that you
bump into a woman
on the street that you used to know through your circle of friends or
from a job and you
strike up a conversation with her and then ask her for her number, she
might give it to you
if she likes you. Then he shook his head no with a look on his face
that meant ‘that’s
ridiculous’. The look also meant, ‘yeah when a monkey flies outa my
ass’.
I told him that last May I was walking down the street and some girl
says to me about her
friend “[s]he likes you and that the girl referred to called after me
and follwed me a few
feet, that she recited her telephone number for me two times and that
I told her that I
won’t be able to remember it and that I’ll go to a store to buy a pen
and then she said
“[y]ou can remember it” and that I told her again that I can’t and
that she told me again
that I can, but that I was only mildly interested, so after talking to
her a minute, I turned
around and went back on my way.
I told him that in April 1984, I was walking down the street looking
at this girl’s ass in
front of me and that she started to turn around and so I shifted my
eyes away and heard,
“[s]o cute so cute” and that then I turned the corner and went in
front of my friend’s
house and the girl was following me and walked past me acting all
awkward and nervous
and then that I crossed the street and waited for my friend on steps.
Then I told him that her friend was pulling her over to me by the arm
and the girl was
pulling back saying “No I can’t. I’ll die I’ll die.” Then she said to
me, “Excuse me, do
you have the time?” and then put her head down. Then I said, “No.”
Then she asked
desperately, “Are you sure?” So I declared, “Positive.”
Joel came by, so I said to him (I pretty much remember what I said to
him) something
like, “Say that you run into a woman you used to know a few years back
on the street and
strike up a conversation with her and then ask her out on date, she
wouldn’t turn you
down if she’s single and attracted to you?” Then Joel shook his head
no with a
peremptory smile. So I elaborated some more about how if she knows
that you’re not a
criminal and about how if she used to know you rather well, that she
probably wouldn’t
reject you just because you’re conversation happens to be taking place
on a street, and he
promptly shook his head no again like he did before.
Before I asked him the first time, I had guessed that he might stick
up for his own kind,
even though that was the first time he ever did it. I am a student of
human nature and so I
was checking to see if Joel wouldn’t like it that Alton was wrong and
not me.
I can’t remember if Joel was around when I was telling Alton about the
two girls who
tried to meet me on the street and that I used to have friends who’ve
picked up girls on
the street, but if he was, he still would have told me No and it’s
more than likely that he
had known folks who’ve hooked up like that because--as you know--most
people have.
This was in January or perhaps maybe February 1988. Right before that,
in the end of
December, or maybe that same month, I told him that on Christmas day
on the way to my
aunt’s house, I saw out of the corner of my eye, this girl on the
subway who was the girl
of my dreams, turning to look at me with this concerned look on her
face that always
means whoever has that look is staring at someone they are attracted
to and that I thus
turned to look at her and that she’d get embarrassed and turn back and
that this happened
about three times for like four minutes. So Joel criticized me for not
talking to her. Then I
told him that it was snowing, so I had on a cheap coat and JOX Thom
McAn sneakers. So
he responded by saying to me, and I quote, “She knew you’re not a
bum.”
Now, the subways are pretty much the same environment as a street.
They’re notoriously
known to be violent, for muggings. The dregs of society ride the
subways, they’re filthy,
rat-infested. So if he thinks that I could have picked up the girl on
the subway, then he
would think that a man could pick up a woman on the street.
Alton was dead wrong and was of a retarded opinion and had a dumb job
and a
low-paying one Joel concluded. The two could go hand-in-hand for all I
think Joel
concluded. That is to say, Joel took into account that there’s a
possibility that I could be
thinking that Alton’s opinion AND job could be ramifications of them
being intellectually
inferior.
Not only was Alton wrong, but I was right. This fact didn’t sit so
well with Joel.
(One thing the fool didn’t know is that if he did pick up a woman on
the street, he’d
either get over it immediately (either before he took her out or
during), or--at the
most--after a short while it would only intermittently be on his mind.
It’s most likely that
right off the bat, he’d be so glad to have her that he wouldn’t give a
hot pile. The second
most likely scenerio is that ‘twould diminish away to a total non-
issue and he wouldn’t
even think about it anymore. It’s either one or the other. My guess is
that by their third
date, tops, if he took her to the movies, he would be used to the
notion that he procured
her at a non-ideal locale. Plus he’d factor in that he first met her
someplace that’s
wholesome to them. Like, if they first met a few times at ... say ...
a friend’s birthday
party and then at a wedding, how they got together nould only not be a
fly in the ointment
to him, ‘twould mean jack and therefore, he could NOW at this point in
time and
hereafter enjoy her company and the movie. Joel could figure this out
like I did.)
Joel was able to gather that the brotha wasn’t feeling even a tad
stupid by having me tell
him the real deal about something that’s a fact of life everyone
knows, but was taking no
chances.
Some other day after that, I told Joel that Alton is a Mr. Perfect and
thinks that no one can
do anything that’s illegal, or amoral, or deceitful, or sleezy and
benefit by it. That no one
can get away without being arrested for buying a stolen car in order
to procure a car at a
cheap price, no one can trick a company that they’re applying for a
job at into thinking
that they graduated college, if you get back at someone who wronged
you badly over a
long length of time, you’re “sick” and not merely vindictive. Then
Joel declared in a
voice and with an expression that was authoritative and knowing and
that meant he has
nothing but respect for Alton’s morals and I.Q., quote, “He doesn’t
want to hear it!”
To better describe his voice and expression, picture someone waving
their arm accross
their body while speaking. He didn’t do this, but I put forth a body
language that would
go with his words and expression in order to more eloquently give you
a description of
what he looked and sounded like.
Plus Joel was hoping that I do or are planning to do some of the
things that I was
schooling Alton on; in order to make me feel amoral and like a fool
for not doing things
the right way. To take my focus off of Alton’s lack of reasoning
abilities and make me
focus on what would hopefully be a bad flaw or two of mine.
Once, to-whiles we were discussing Alton in a non-descript way (maybe
something
work-related? I can’t remember because this was so long ago), I said
to Joel, “He’s a Mr.
Perfect.” Joel responded with--and this is a direct quote, “I know
what you mean by that.
He better cut that sh*t out!” He might’ve even repeated the last
part.
Once in February of that year, there was one pair of pants sticking up
a few inches out of
a rack of pants and so this Caribbean woman named Anne Marie G
M
yelled, “Chris straighten those pants!” with an indignant,
confrontative, hostile, livid,
malicious, revengeful voice, expression (frowning hard) and body
language while
pointing hard to the pair of pants and then the f*ckwit turned around
with a hard/sharp
twist, so I smacked my gums and then Joel turned around and smiled
with an
angry/blameful look and then said while smiling, “Don’t click your
teeth!” in an
angry/blameful voice. His voice, expression, body language and words
meant What the
Hell’s the matter with you?!?! This IS a real _woman of respect_ I
tell you! You’re
buggin’ Dude. This’s a smartie here! C’est-a-dire she’s so bright that
of course she knows
whether or not she can morally f*ck with a cracker like such! This is
an obvious moral
giant you’re dealing with--she’s not unethical I tell you! It’s ALL
GOOD! Just take my
word for it! You don’t need to do your own thinking! Good Christ!
Mother of God! Yeah
you don’t like it--you don’t have to like it, and since that’s how you
feel, that’s too God
Damn bad--you can go take a flying leap! You think you’re _black_?!?!
N n n n n n n n
no-ooo ...*This* standing before you is black--not you! Holey
Moley! .... Have you ever?
It also meant: It’s hard enough being her without the likes of you
adding to her
afflictions!!!!!!
It also meant: Get this straight: you’re her kid!
He knew that people like the ghetto-dweller who unrelentingly mess
with the godly don’t
know the difference between right and wrong AND that she’s of an
inferior intellect, so
he was solicitous that she would falsely deem me the one who was being
rude and stupid
and that she’d get mad at me.
And he didn’t want her to realize that she was in the wrong and thus
feel bad about
herself.
He also wanted to know for his own comfort that Whitey here didn’t get
away scott free
with not treating some poor black victim of society with kid gloves
and moreover like
royalty.
Earlier that day, Joel told the sister that I said that Puerto Ricans
are a jinx race to all
white people and so he knew dern well that the momma was having me
tidy the pair of
pants so I’d be doing manual labor and exerting mental energy and was
being hostile to
make me mad at her; to take it upon herself to see to it that I get a
disciplinary action
measure/just-desserts for thinking what she mistook as a biggoted
opinion of mine and
for me thinking stupidly and lastly--to vent her disaproval, as though
I was her kid. He
also thought that I was too stupid to realize all of that and that I
thought that she was
being rude just because it struck her fancy, but has every right.
It’s not his beeswax if I don’t lick her butt.
In either the last days of March or in the middle of March, the ghetto
defendent* comes
up to me to tell me what department to work in and speaks to me with a
demeanor that
meant that she dislikes me personally and that was openly hostile and
she phrased her
sentence(s) rudely. So I said, “I gotta ask to work less days.” So
Bubblebutt enraged
yelled that if I want to work less days to ask in the office. As
Mammie was yelling at me,
Joel by happenstance stepped between us and I foreknew that he would
think that I have
to be submissive with a member of his race and so Soul Man
deliberately shook to use a
demeanor that was designed to display that I just insulted his
intelligence and then he lied
and explained to me that I keep saying that I’m going to work less
days and to get out of
his face. I never brought up me wanting to work less days before that
point in time. I can’t
be tricked into thinking that I’ve mentioned something significant and
personal like that.
(I asked to work less days about a week or two later; maybe even a few
days later.) In
fact, if my memory serves me correctly, he might’ve even added that I
so far haven’t
asked to have my scheduale waned. The voice was also one that is used
when somebody
is speaking directly to one person, but wants people close by to hear.
Even though they
want others to hear what they’re saying, they don’t realize that they
are using this voice.
Now, if he tells me to get out of his face due to a lie of his that he
just made up two
seconds earlier, well then he’s taking sides out of biasedness because
he’s telling me to
get out of his face in indignation based on something he knows isn’t
true because that
wasn’t what was really bothering him.
Before that incident, Greg told me that Joel told Anne Marie that I
work because my
father won’t let me do nothing. When I was talking back to a fellow
black person and one
that’s unusally pathetic (fat as a hippo, a fourth-world immigrant,
dumb like a
seven-year-old, a drudge, a non-have, destitute, unskilled, a ghetto
mama (facially and
bodily, you would see with your eyes that her offspring tally is a
high number. it’s
ineffable how I know this and how I know that you would know this
too), one lucked-out,
whose maleducated, a deadender etc.), then I conveniently can’t afford
to have more days
taken off my three-day-a-week scheduale, but one picosecond before
that, I can well
afford to be totally unemployed. If I was only working three days a
week, that’s a clue
that I might be able to swing working less days. He knew that my
father payed my bills
and that I have a six-figure inheritence. He just wanted me to be
morally and
intellectually in the wrong and for firstly her and then secondly me
to be under that
impression. He wanted Chris Stills to also.†
In other words, he meant that Anne Marie is black and so therefore I
have bills to pay.
Now, he bared witness to a previous time which she was rude to this
writer unprovoked
and knew there could very well be other times he wasn’t privy too and
that there probably
were. He heard at least one firsthand acount of her f*cking with Alton
like a lightning
bolt out of a clear blue sky. Joel had worked at the store a month
longer than me and was
a full-timer and thus was around more and so he probably witnessed her
antagonizing and
loudly screaming at people just for standing near by her and heard
more tell of her doing
those types of things, like I did (after all, people talk), but still
thought that even if that
was the three hundredth time, none of this is to be taken into account
since she’s a black
sad sack and because they used to not have equal rights.
He was trying to make a monkey out of me and piss me off out of
vengence for making
her life even more unpleasant than it already was.
If she’s nasty to me and I answer her back, that’s between her and me
and that’s nobody
elses beeswax.
In May 1988, about a week and a half before I quit my job, I asked
Anne Marie if I would
get my vacation pay if I quit my job and then she yelled, “When are
you gonna quit? As
effective when as effective when?” while shaking her head violently
from side to side and
sounding like and looking like a little kid who’s jealous of another
little kid for telling her
that his daddy is going to buy him a brandnew bicycle. Then, she
lowered her head and
pouted with her eyes mostly shut and whined, “You want me to find out
for you?”
The reason that 40-something could spend like 17 seconds very
blatantly giving vent to
her jealousies like that and not contemplate that Joel, Greg and me
(and anyone else who
might’ve been around) would definitely all read her is because she’s
of an inferior
intellect and thus has no insight into people.
Chris Stills once imitated the middle-ager violently throwing her head
from side to side in
that same tempo whilst antagonizing him without provocation out of the
blue on a whim
hostilely and confrontatively (sp.?). He recited some stupid juvenile
sh*t that would come
out of the mouth of a six-year-old and in what was pretty much the
aforementioned voice,
but more malicious and with no jealousy. No one whose hit twelve
speaks with a voice
like that and it’s always used for antagonizing other children. This
was in March of 1988,
so I forgot what he said that she said.
A few days later, I asked Joel why he thinks that she yelled at me
just for asking her if I’d
get my vacation pay if I quit. Not because I have the mind of a four-
year-old and did not
know the reason and thought that to get to the bottom of it, I could
go to him--like he’d
not be a biased source whatsoever, but out of curiosity to see if he
would lie to me and
tell me that she was yelling at me because she thinks that I owe it to
society to not have an
easy time of it seeing as though ever since the beginning of time,
about 100% of all young
able-bodied men such as I have worked like a beaver and so I am
morally bound to for the
purpose of perpetuating the ritual and that because young men are
physically the strongest
out of everyone and that because the hard work of men is the
fundamental building block
of our society, that I am not well within my right to be out of work
on purpose and are not
yet master of my destiny; not until I have many many many many many
many many many
“ “ “ “ “ more adult years tucked under my belt, but female people can
get to be
unemployed all they damn please if they don’t have to earn a livlihood
because (1) they’re
the weaker sex and also because (2) it’s not the norm for them to be
the breadwinners and
to be straining themselves so often and that I don’t have Aunt
Jemima’s smarts, therefore
I am so wet behind the ears that I won’t foreknow like she can that
the chicken feed I’d be
earning is going to matter much and that the standing around the store
with a finger up
my ass like 90 percent of the time and that the occassional tidying up
for a few fleeting
seconds is gonna help to shape me (that and that alone will make a man
outa me, this kind
of work is therapeutic, work feels good (but I just don’t know it
because I’m not in touch
with my feelings (so I mistakenly thought I was nothing other than
bored stupid) and just
standing still all day is work), all work is rewarding--no matter what
it is and plus if I’m
not standing around there like a lump of sh*t just counting the atto-
and nanoseconds
until I can be on my own time or yucking it up on subjects like p*ssy,
Mike Tyson, James
“The Heat” Kinchen, moving picture shows and motorcycles with any ol’
available
co-worker I can use in a doomed-from-the-start attempt to make the
time there fly by and
so in what will hopefully seem like ten minutes will really be nine
hours and I’ll get to not
only have a good time at work, but more preferably I will get to be
back home abed right
away, then when I go back to the workworld, I will not be in the swing
of things and
could quite possibly fail at my next _no-responsibility job_ that I
sought out and waited
for in lieu of more demanding ones), and is teaching me the meaning of
responsibility and
is being industrious and that I’d be picking up new skills which so
far were not in my job
description and that will only be in it if I stay on, so I don’t have
a clue what they are and
neither does he, but they’ll surely be for real.
There isn’t a single other thing conceivable to mention in order to
call me amoral and
stupid for not working, so I knew it would have to be the above.
(I didn’t want to make retailing my career. Besides the fact that even
if I did, I learned
nothing there, and I know what my plans in life are and have inside
information about the
goings on in my life; e.g., like why I am able to be out of work so
much. And I also can
devise new ways to fix it so that I stay this way most of the time and
I don’t need to be
told off by a f*ckup.)
Also, I figured that the odds are better than average that he would
also think that he
stands a shot at talking me into concluding that even if my work-
detail would be good for
me, I don’t have the black skin that it takes to be able gage whether
or not it’s more
important than the free time I’m going to have and not being on
subways.
So on that note, he effected a matter-of-fact/knowing/peremptory/
totally confident
expression and with a voice to match, said, “[m]aybe she thinks that a
young man like
yourself should be working” and while he was telling me this, he
exaggerated the shape
of his lips making them pucker like a fish and bugged out his eyes to
be matter-of-fact
and declarative. Then, he purposely made a tight mouth to be even more
matter-of-fact
and authoritative and left the expression on his face; all the while
bugging-out his eyes.
This is usually always an effected expression that people use when
they’re trying to
demonstrate that something is _a certainty_.
Also, his expression, tone, body languages and lastly his sentence,
were increadibly
respectful. They were meant to trick me into drawing the conclusion
that she’s proved to
him over and over and over and over and over and over that she’s
highly intelligent and
highly moral and thus he’s got nothing but respect for this woman and
rightfully so.
And it meant: Well I’m pretty sure she thinks you’re stupid and
amoral, but even if she
doesn’t, I sure as heck do. This was so he could make out like he
agrees with the opinions
he would have me believe were hers. Also, if you go around taking a
poll, this would be
the consensus.
He also seemed protective.
When he made the tight mouth, he embellished the expression with this
semi-nervous
foreboding (sp.?) foreknowing look in his eyes and crinkled his face a
tad in order to try
to do an even better job of tricking me into believing that bad luck
is coming my way as a
direct result of me going to be out of work. For example, telling
shoppers where the
lady’s room is and where the children’s department is, folding
sweaters and moreover
standing there, will be training me for life. Like he’ll thus make me
think he does not
have faith enough in my intellect to be assured that I know whether or
not I will still
remain solvent. I quit my job some time that month (no more than about
a week and a
half later), and before that, I had quit and gotten fired from twelve
other jobs and didn’t
miss a meal--nor did any bill of mine go unpaid or arrive after its
due date, but black
Anne Marie can deduce when the precise time will come that I misjudge
once and for all.
Because this is so, I am at this moment, in retrospect, quite very
possibly not correct for
thinking that nothing happened to me. All because some buck stuck his
penis in her
mother’s f*ckhole, some sh*te must have.
‘Maybe she thinks that a young man like yourself should be working’
was meant to flip it
around by apprising me that she’s smart and moral and that I’m stupid
and amoral. I.e.,
that the two of them subscribe to the theory that I was taking
liberties with my life
because the action of me turning 18 and thus no longer being a minor
is PRECISELY
what makes me like a 6-year-old playing hooky from school because upon
me becoming
of legal age, I--by default--now have the societal obligation to
uphold the integrity of
menfolk and I’m a representative of them and must ape their lifeways
and
thought-processes and that there’s a tacit rule that young men can’t
live a soft life and I’ll
be a social rebel if I do. After quitting, I would thereby compound
the above- and
below-referenced transgressions via each incident of me resting and
taking part in
rip-roaring funfests and my puttering routine and good ol’ cigar
chomping and when I’m
awake and about late in the night.
Our species has been in existence for 170 thousand years and in all
this time young men
didn’t shun hard work and so who am I to break with such a
stretch??????????????????????????????? I should bust a gut to pay my
respects to them
and I’m doing wrong by the living as well. That is, I have to live a
bad life in order to
give them a big thumbs up, to tip my hat to them. I have no right to
be having a grand
time while there are children starving in Banglesh! I don’t respect
humanity. I’m a blot on
folks’ work-history. I ought to show solidarity too (that would be
kindly).
In addition, he was saying that it’s her prerogative to treat me like
a scoundrel if she pegs
me as “amoral” via my lifestyle choices. Plus, she can rail against me
for that.
Furthermore he was trying to make me jealous of the fellow darkie by
tricking me into
thinking that I’m her intellectual inferior and so she knows better
than me about whether
the pittance I’d be out will do me such good that I should stay on and
that I’d now
forthwith be thinking that if you give me enough rope, I’ll hang
myself. He was also
putting his hopes into a preconceived belief or suspicion that I might
have about how only
these lucky stiffs who possess female body parts have the right to
rest and fun all the time
because throughout history women got to get looked after by men and
that he’d be giving
me some more validation of this and if he’s really lucky--cement it in
my mind. Thus as a
secondary payoff, I’d be ashamed by my brandspanking shiney new
opinion about how
I’m both stupid and amoral; which is good since that clouds the issue
and shifts my
thoughts away from what they were three seconds earlier.
Also, if she were a beautiful woman, a professional, upper-middle-
class, college educated
and came from a prominent or affluent family, he would have still
defended her, but not
so vehemently.
She’s black and so he took such undue pity on her sad sorry ass for
twenty- or
thirty-something reasons; having an income not just below the poverty
level, but also an
abnormal one (i.e., compared to other poor people), she’s a have-not,
needy, she was born
poor and so not only has she been poor her whole life and thus been
underprivileged and
suffered for approximately a fifty-year stretch and never knew from
anything else, but
she’s of _peasant stock_--which is a stigma, for coming from some
stupidass rinky-dink
bumblef*ck fourthworld lowlife economically underdeveloped run-down
rural backwards
fifth-rate insignificant country (Trinidad or Jamaica etc. has no high-
tech equipment)
which hardly produces anybody of noteworthiness or of wealth and
because its people are
poor and it’s not a nice place to live AND her homeland combined with
the fact that her
lineage is a lowly one means that she’s even more of a _lowlife_,
because she works like
crazy, she does manual labor, she works on her feet, for her holding
down two or three
lowlife jobs and how she would go from one right to the other and thus
worked unusually
long hours, she only had one day a week off and that’s probably
stretching it (I’d bet you
a steak dinner I’m overguessing here. that is, any day(s) off she had
was like for one out
of every eight weeks (Jamaicans work numerous jobs at once)), is
uneducated, unskilled,
a no-hoper, she’s an obese disgusting sow, her ancestors were slaves,
his people used to
be repressed up until the 1970s and from time to time, still are, she
is a victim of society
(because not enough years had elapsed from the time his people got
emancipated for the
bulk of them to no longer be a poor race and plus there’s always the
chance that she
wouldn’t be poor if her father or grandfather wasn’t personally
discriminated against in
some particular way) because Jamaicans are mostly all poor, in the
1980s blacks were
still pretty much an underclass here in America and they are
worldwide, she’s been the
brunt of biggotry (like getting talked down to in jive AND with a
black Southern accent
no less, segregated housing, maybe turned down for a promotion at
work, she very well
might’ve noticed shopkeepers fisheying her and security guards
following her all around
stores and malls like a shadow, was called N-word before (she had to
have been (how
could she not have?))), she’s dumb like a seven-year-old, inferior
morally, lived in
squalor, in her neck of the woods she was in constant danger and
living precariously
(stray bullets, muggings gone horribly awry), she was an unhappy
woman, she’s lead a
long bad stupid life and a life of need, is scraping to get by and to
such an extent that she
has what the Bush Administration euphemistically refers to as _food
insecurity_1, she
lived from each paycheck to the next, God’s been a-blitzing hard
knocks directly unto her
ass and closest fambly members, she’s a failure, a zero, she’s got the
face and body of a
stereotypical house maid, I’d have to say she weighs about 300 lbs.
(maybe more than
that (I’m better at gaging men’s weight)?) and so she looks like sh*t,
and because there
was this overall patheticness to her that you’d have to see to
understand. But I will try to
describe it anyway. You just know that this woman was the type to have
lost her house in
a hurricane or something. If it weren’t for bad luck, she’d have no
luck at all.
He mistook her for a distant relative and thought of her as a tribal
member because
they’re minorities.
Anne Marie is the embodiement of what stereotypical blacks are to the
uninitiated and
possesses some of the charactor flaws that are stereotypes because
they’re confirmed
truisms. Namely, she’s angry and bitter, bombastic, wild, loud, mean
(AKA “black
rage”), poor, uneducated, unskilled labor, stupid, sassy, bossy (sassy
and bossy are two
stereotypes of your typical black woman), doo-ragged and grossly obese
(a humongous
rump one hardly sees on a white woman; child-baring hips) [black
females are
stereotyped as way overweight and round]. Plus, she looks like a
Southern mammie, a
maid, a cook, a cotton picker, a nanny, cleaning lady and she’s not
sexy. Thusly, Joel
suspected that I already thought either some, most or all of these
things about her and that
she was giving me much more fodder to substaniate my opinion and that
she was making
his people look bad and was an embarrassment.
He felt empathy for her because it ain’t easy being black. And he felt
a bond with her
because of it.
I was ganging up on her because white people outnumber black people 12
to 1 and so he
stepped in to make the odds 12 to 2.
Also Joel would have me believe that she’s a good egg and therefore
cares about me so
dearly that the thought of me making a little boo-boo in my life sent
her into an
uncontrollable rage and made her go crazy--she just couldn’t help. It
was very nice of her
to yell at me like that. She’s black and poor and can do no wrong.
The truth is that she didn’t want me to have the luxury of relaxing
and to find the path to
fun and to get to be in my home so often and to live that happy of a
life and to have the
financial means to. So he turned it around and told me that she cares
for me and wants
what’s best for me.
Every time Hard Luck Woman‡ screams her stupid head off at someone,
taunts them,
gets up in their bidness, flexes on them, tries to subjugate them
etc., she thus earns even
more of a right to do it again if it’s to non-blacks because she’s
demonstating to Joel that
she’s morally inferior and is too dumb to have ever learned right from
wrong, so he has to
take her side because he doesn’t want her mark to know the truth about
her and because
he felt sorry for her due to him realizing that her morals and I.Q.
are not up to snuff and
he thinks it’s f*cked up that she has nothing going for herself, and
that it’s a given that
she had to have been discriminated against one time in her life, so
he’d try to prove to
yours truly, to her and to himself that she can; in order to do her
the solid of garnering
royal subjects and power for her.
If some black guy in Mobile Alabama on his way to an orphanage to hand-
deliver quilts
gets pulled over in his car by a state trooper, this gives Anne Marie
a little more of a right
to f*ck with whites. So too if she had beat cancer.
Joel concluded that due to her coming from a really poor family and
quite possibly the
poorest of the poor (such as the tots in what is called a shock
advertisement or a charity
infomercial
http://images.biafranigeriaworld.com/BNW-Carlisle-Umunna-Biafra-Children-1.jpg),
or
at best--pretty dern close to it, that her being a pauper, her not
having anything going on,
thems people having had less rights than ALL other races and thus once
being
second-class citizens, still getting the sh*t end of the stick from
time to time and still
being oppressed occasionally, that since too many of his people are
poor and
lower-middleclass and workingclass for his taste, that due to her
future being around as
black as her skin thus she gotta rough row to hoe, that since they
were slaves not all that
long ago, and because of how her homeland happens to be impoverished,
underdeveloped
and puny and teaming with the poor, and since she doesn’t have nice
things, that all this
made her like royalty and she’s my Royal Highness. You see, he wanted
this ghetto
princess to not only have a leg up on me, but to have a little
something going for her
underprivledged self. Also me coming from a monied family made me her
social inferior
in Joel’s eyes.
She has the right to be the most abusive to whites.
I once told Joel that a manager at a job that I had at a Wendy’s used
to mess with me and
that I’d answer him back some of the times, but not all of the times
and so Joel told me in
an authoritative tone that I should have answered him back all of the
times. Joel thinks
that I shouldn’t allow the guy at Wendy’s to get away with treating me
unkind even once,
but that I cannot even so much as click my teeth at black Anne Marie
when she did--not
even after the umpteenth time.
In January or possibly February 1988, twice Joel told me that it was
none of my father’s
business that I was only working part-time because I’m a grown man and
I can do what I
please. But Anne Marie is a black peon and one that’s a born loser,
doesn’t have a nickel
to her name, a blundering inefficient nothing, a bluecollar-stiff,
lives a hard life and
comes from a poor family and is a shrew, therefore it’s her place to
take disciplinary
action with me, abuse me with her voice, hurt my ears, to scream at me
as a _teaching
tool_ to better emphasize her logic, undermine me, reprimand me, have
a temper tantrum
with me, blow her stack, lecture me, shove her opinion down my throat,
purposely make a
display of her anger and tell me off if she doesn’t admire how I plan
on living my life and
why. In that particular case of her yelling at me, I’m not adult
enough to be on my own
time, but four months earlier, i.e., in January, I was.
Blacks used to be the legal chatel of whites, the free ones--second-
class citizens, so the
roles are reversed now ... it’s only fair.
The black lady was behaving unbelievably like a small child. Because
it’s juvenile to be
jealous over that, let alone insanely jealous, to try to get even with
me just for that, to be
so petty, to yell over it, to throw a temper tantrum if something gets
to her, to speak with
such kidlike voice inflections and facial expressions, to phrase her
sentences specifically
how she did, to be a full-fledged adult who didn’t have the wisdom to
know that me, Joel
and Greg and anyone else who could have been around all would read
her, and young
children are mostly the only people that don’t know right from wrong.
She was like 50.
Maybe older. That was ALL very unbecoming of Anne Marie. So ... he had
to turn it
around. C’est-a-dire, to intimate that I’m the one who’s not adultish--
by giving me to
understand that I’m a tabula rasa and (1) am about to unintentionally
ruin my life whenas
he secretely agreed that I’d really be making it waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay (and so on) better and so too would my potted
plant and (2) I don’t
know that it’s my gender role to earn money or volunteer in
humanitarian service
programs or make a life out of being a student, and having to have
your way all the time
is a baby thing, I couldn’t tell you the difference between how
grownups and children live
their lives (he knew damn well that no adult would bust their chops at
if
they didn’t either have to make a living or supplement their income,
but yet he went
ahead and intimated that I make the life-decisions of a child), I
think life is so lovely like
a bowl of cherries plus a summer day, I’m like truent from a school if
I got all this time
on my hands, spoiled rotten, not serious-minded and have nary a clue
what to take
seriously and if someone told me what to, I’d either peg them as
incorrect or not give a
f*cking f*ck one way or the other. Also, it went without saying to him
and her that I
nould be reading Relativity: The Special and the General Theory, nor
War and Peace. I’d
be listening to rock and rap, chasing skirts, watching NWA wrestling,
The Mod Squad
and Mork & Mindy reruns, napping, kickin’ it with my homies,
skateboarding. Not only
was he trying to make me think I’m getting a little long in the tooth,
he was trying to
make me make the leap that such hedonism perpetrated by young males
barely into
adulthood is naughty behavior which merits a spanking.
He kept intimating.
The soul brother was trying to manipulate my thoughts by making me
think that by me
dropping my responsibilities at that I was being irresponsible
even though I
didn’t have to chip in twopence for my rent, my medical or utility
bills and even though I
used to go over to my aunt’s house once a week for big bags of staples
and occassional
gifts and even though she bought me tokens or gave me money to buy
them myself and
money to pay my super, locksmiths, barbers, for Christmas tips to hand
out to the workers
in the building I lived in etc. etc. and bought me everything I need
(e.g., fire escape gates,
tinfoil, dog food, air conditioners, a stereo, film), because there’s
always the chance that I
might mix up the gray of (1) me fixing it so I don’t have
responsibilities with me being
irresponsible and (2) avoiding jobs the same as I’d avoid a 300-lb.
black man with a knife
in his hand out of laziness, fun-mindedness, avarice, self-seekingness
(which was
supposed to be confused with selfishness), a lack of serious-
mindedness and immaturity,
that this would make me falsely conclude that I’m irresponsibe because
people who
possess these charactor flaws screw up at things they are obliged to
do or don’t even try to
do them at all, so I might not have the brains to know that if I don’t
have to reimburse my
aunt a pubic hair for my dog’s vet bill, that I’m not behaving
irresponsibly--seeing that
the bill gets paid and that (3) I might think that due to the fact
that since time
immemorial, that because young men have always done a lot to make sure
their family,
clans, tribes etc. are provided for, to take care of themselves,
bought war bonds, shaped
the world, died for their country etc. and that since the hard work of
adult males is the
glue that holds society together, I could mistakenly come to the
opinion that I’ve got to
bust ass to help out AND to salute them, to pat them on the back and
be like Good job
there fellers, mucho gracias, to pay tribute to those killed off by
the Black Plague and to
the residents who lost their homes in the great Chicago Fire and to
the good and the evil
and to the common foot soldier and to the humble of birth, AND--last
of all--just for
appearance sake.
He was hoping that I’d make the connection that since I’m a lazy fart,
a funster, and
overly desirous of off-time, that I must be avaricious, and that since
me looking out for
myself is a self-interest, that I’d confuse it with selfishness, from
there, I’d falsely deem
myself coldhearted, remorseless and that since all these are flaws and
thought to be sins,
I’d peg myself a sinner and that I’d also peg myself selfish for not
caring that I’m not
respecting the lifeways of men who are young, society’s rules and
people’s mores.
He was trying to make me feel bad about how I don’t take a masculine
approach to
things.
She suffered at the hands of other races enow. It’s got to stop!
It occurred to Mr. S that I was angering her at a bad place where
she’s stuck at
as yet another consequence of being a black victim of society’s ills
and therefore it’s a
little worse of one to her. (But say that it had also occurred to him
that the bulk of his
people weren’t affluent even before A.D. 1619 and that in Africa and
in countries that did
not practice slavery of black Africans, they are mainly all poor and
lower-middleclass and
always were and a lot of their culture is straw huts and dense jungles
and buck nakedness
and yet no other race got a head start on them, so this means they
haven’t done as well as
most and have no one to blame but themselves, well then he would’ve
gotten mad at me
for reminding him.) To put it differently, she wouldn’t have had the
job she did if not for
the fact that she is a minority that’s an underclass (perhaps maybe as
a young person just
starting out in life (after all, her job was an _entry level_ one),
but definitely not at a
half-century of her existence), so I was making her _black experience_
an even worse
one. C’est-a-dire, her getting into a tiny little squable at her job,
is part of the _black
experience_ because had her ancestors not been let released from
slavery as paupers, she
wouldn’t even be at in the first place.
If he hears that she got hit by a bike or something, he’d have no
thought-process about it.
He ONLY--and “only” is the key word--felt bad for her when I was
thinking about how
she’s not smart and nice and when I made her mad back. AND those were
also the only
times he EVER considered her part of his family AND royalty.
The man concluded that due to the fact that G M is a tubbo,
that this
brings the aging loser some more extra special rights and fixed it so
the special rights a
individual in her shoes (i.e., negroid, working poor, someone from the
poorest corners of
the world, she works her ass down to the nub and sleeps scant hours,
for all Joel knows,
she came down with lupus, she is scrabbling to live) already gets to
have is to an even
higher degree--seeing as though (1) piling on the pounds doesn’t
exactly enhance one’s
looks and (2) her mass means she’s in bad physical shape, so her
weight problem is just
another thing which makes you know that it sucks goat being her (yeah
like anyone
should be rewarded for piss-poor eating habits!).
Another thing I want to touch on before I let you go is that since
blacks remind various
people of monkeys and gorillas, and throughout the world, for
centuries, they got called
that, and since it’s a myth that they possess super-human strength and
since it might be
true that (generally speaking) your black athletes are of superior
footspeed, he wanted to
present the welfare mother as (1) normal, and also (2) more than
normal--i.e., he hoked it
up a few times and tried to fully dupe me into swallowing the concepts
that she’s way
above average in intelligence and a great soul! Thereby this filthy
piece of human sewage
was doing his people proud. He barely knew her. He had no _emotional
investment_ in
her. She was no one to him. If he liked her, it was just a little and
it was the same amount
he liked anyone else he associated with and was around off and on for
a 3-month period.
In other words, he didn’t feel fondly about her. They interacted in
non-descript ways.
They didn’t really _shoot the sh*t_ or nothing. Rasputia didn't work
at the store as much
as most of the other workers because she had one or two other jobs she
had to be at.
There would be no reason he took her side if he wasn’t defending her
honour and his
honour.§ Then when you factor in that he took Alton’s side twice, well
you have to be of
the mind that it cannot be anything other than racial!! And if you’re
not sure, try to think
what else it could be and if you come up with something, tell me when
I telephone again.
A CLOSING THOUGHT
I could very well see her sitting around on a curb outside the New
Orleans Convention
Center, just waiting.
*1. Greg used to complain to me that Anne Marie kept asking him to buy
her 40-cent
bagels.
NOTES
* Ghetto Defendent: Popular song sung by The Clash.
† Joel knew that I was genuinely planning on quitting my job at the
time I asked Anne
Marie if I’d get my vacation pay if I quit (and I did about a week
later), yet not too long
before that, he made out like I cannot financially afford to work a
few days less at my
part-time job. This is because jack-diddley-sh*t had to do with it
reflecting very poorly on
some black knucklehead. If I am having a dispute with a black, they’re
automatically right
and I’m automatically wrong.
‡ Hard Luck Woman: A song by the American hard rock band Kiss,
originally released
on their 1976 album Rock and Roll Over.
§ Charles Perez asked Charles Grodin why a black man thinks that if
someone criticizes
O.J. Simpson that that’s an attack against they’re identity, and then
Charles Grodin said,
quote, “Because they’re a minority.”
ADDENDUM
And he wanted to allude to her half a century or so of years, because
he was purposely
dwarfing my 23 years to hers so he could spin and twist her combined
innocence with
advancing years into her yelling at me like a two-year-old as
something very wise which
needed thought. To make me think that some day I may learn, until
then, she can teach
me a thing or three, and I’m misguided youth. Uhhhh, it’s nineteen
years later--to the
month, and now I’m 42 years old and I’ve gotten to stay unemployed for
the past thirteen
years and two months (and counting hehehe), thus with God’s sanction
all I did today was
stuff like checking out porn (Big D’s Big Tits World, Unreal Boobs, to
name a few) on
the internet, taxi out, power-dive, jag, crash etc. my toy planes with
vocalizations (see
below), watch part of a kung fu movie I rented, mope without any
clothes on etc. and I
didn’t awaken until sundown and I urinatated God only knows how many
times into my
two autoclavables (see below) which I got for the explicit purpose of
precluding walks.
He had to turn everything around, so he had to turn the negative of
her being some
innocent babe in the woods as an older woman into a plus because her
age supposedly
makes her a fountain of wisdom.
In 1988, blacks had equal rights and were rarely repressed, but
Chocolate was alive when
blacks weren’t legally allowed to do things that every other race
could and when they
used to get arrested for doing things that weren’t against the law for
them to do because
she was born in the1940s or possibly the ‘30s.
Seeing as though Joel considered the nappy-headed ho some sort of
relative, not a blood
one, but something along the lines of a brother-in-law’s sister-in-
law, or a cousin thrice
removed, maybe a sister German, he didn’t wanta tell me unflattering
things about her
OR for me to realize on my own what some of these things are because
that was personal
to him. It should be kept a _family secret_ (that is, if at all
possible). If he woulda
admitted something negative about the f*ckwad’s charactor or that he
knows that she’s
not too bright, this would be a case of airing his families’ dirty
laundry.
Also, some people think that the ordinary rules of life don't apply to
their family
members.
Joel also knows that poverty begets bad luck and then more bad luck
and so on and so on.
If she’s retaining water or has a genetically slow metabolism, she’s
even more allowed to
pick on clean incorruptible home-loving American taxpayers, but only
if we happen to
not be black like the two of them; because if a member of _his_ race
weighs too much,
this will make them pathetic, and if ... for example, they’re of
unusually poor parentage,
well then how overweight the indivual is, factors into his or her
overall patheticness.
Because if this were the deal, she would be pittied more by this one
particular black man.
http://a256.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/29/l_32dc34e2cdf0eee59ccd2a80eb13a
aaf.jpg
http://a656.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/61/l_adcba814bec8796c843e0da0e5a9
bf5f.jpg
To be continued ...
Flying Tortoise
Looks like contrex was right then. You not only sound like a lunatic,
you write, rant, and think (if that's the applicable word) like a
lunatic. And your English needs some serious work!
Chris Tsao
I think he could be a black man trying to stick up for his own kind by
making a go at protecting Anne Marie? The cops ain't a-comin to my
house with a warrant based on last night's post that I made. He
obviously doesn't know the law. I think he acts like an overly
sensative black person. (t's people like him that this thread got
started in the first place. Please let's end it pronto. Unless of
course, anyone wants to tell me the black guy was taking and sides.
Chris Tsao
By typing "mike.j...@gmail.com black" in Google Groups, I now have
more evidence that you seem to be (1) black and (2) sensative (sp).
Lemme tell you something home boy. This paragraph below from last
night is not enough to make anyone clear-tuinking and fair-minded
conclude without a doubt I'm a racist. I can tell that you were
lecturing on your stupid n*gger movie trying to show how bright the
writer is and how bright and sensative the charactors in his book are
so I learn that blacks are of a normal intellect and emotional like
everyone else.
I'm not a racist for thinking that the black guy was defending the
black lady for telling me all about how intelligent she is for yelling
at me without saying anything of substance and how it's a sign that
she's this wonderful egg. In that same conversation, he admitted to me
that she shouldn't have yelled at me.
Even the bimbo realized that she appeared jealous and tried to play it
off. I.e., she put on a chipper voice and smiling expression and
declared something about how since there was (this part, I can only
paraphrase) some jackets or something to put censors on, I'm thinkiing
about quitting.
Joel (the black guy) expected me to believe that something which was
so painfully obvious that even some low I.Q. buffoon who doesn't know
two things could figure out, I can't.
PLus, he musta knew that she was a power person and making herself
think that she was a conglometuer (sp) because he told me that this
department manager Mike wanted to be a yuppie and he was a confirmed
megalomaniac. Once a manager gave him an order and he kept repeating,
"I;ll let him get his little orgasm." And when I told him that this
manager at a Wendy's job I had didn't like me, he declared, "You
didn't kiss his ass."
If I know that he was sticking up for his own kind by trying to take
my rights away and make her my Queen and I complain to the company,
that doesn't make me a raxist. If he was a member of Fred Flinstone's
Water Buffalo Lodge and tells me all about how that means I don't have
my constitutional Rights and that she can think up punishments she
deems fitting and execute them and I'm subject to her whims, and that
he's the engorcer of me not knowing that the Water Buffalo Lodge rules
the wor;d etc., it's no different than what he did in real life!
> The sentence has to do with some black guy at a job I had who five
> times took the sides of black people over mine to protect them and
> some black woman yelled at me like a two-yr-old in a jealous temper
> tantrum for asking her if I'd get my vacation ppay if I quit and the
> black guy witnessed it. So a few days later, I asked the black guy why
> he thinks the black woman yelled at me
HVS
> By typing "mike.j...@gmail.com black" in Google Groups, I
> now have more evidence that you seem to be (1) black and (2)
> sensative (sp). Lemme tell you something home boy. This
> paragraph below from last night is not enough to make anyone
> clear-tuinking and fair-minded conclude without a doubt I'm a
> racist.
I'm as white as they come, bud, and and I don't have a dog in this
fight.
Your postings display, without the remotest shadow of a doubt, that
you're as racist as they come.
There's a judgement from one of your own kind, sunshine.
Chris Tsao
> Your postings display, without the remotest shadow of a doubt, that
> you're as racist as they come.
Baloney, I think all people are the same. He made it black vs. white
to mess with me, so I continue it. If he wants to make it make it
Bronx vs. Queens to repress me and invade me privacy too boot, then
two can play at that game.
> There's a judgement from one of your own kind, sunshine.
Whew.
contrex
> > There's a judgement from one of your own kind, sunshine.
>
By typing "mike.j.har...@gmail.com black" in Google Groups, I now have
more evidence that you seem to be (1) black and (2) sensative (sp).
I am as white as they come as well! I speak out against racism now and
then. You don't have to be black in order to do that.
Lemme tell you something home boy. --- racist
stupid n*gger movie --- racist
so I learn that blacks are of a normal intellect and emotional like
everyone else --- if you doubt that, you're racist.
STFU crazy dickhead.
contrex
"But if I catch the n*gger, I'm gonna go Lynyrd Skynyrd on her putka.
It's gonna suck nasty f*cking n*gger assh*les for the woman seeing as
though I doubt I will have the patience to not go off on her ghetto
ass".
Chris Tsao
> More by the "guy who isn't racist"...
She's my enemy (and I plan on harming her) and when I talk about my
enemies, I don't use kind words. If, for the sake of argument, she
were my father's wife and my stepmother and not a former coworker, I
would risk my life to save hers. Instead, I will risk prison to take
hers, or to bust her nose, or risk up to 48 hours in Central Booking
on aggravated harassment charges.
Robert Lieblich
>
> On May 14, 3:25 pm, contrex <mike.j.har...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> > More by the "guy who isn't racist"...
>
> She's my enemy (and I plan on harming her)
[ ... ]
We get the point.
Joanne Marinelli
"Robert Lieblich" <r_s_li...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
news:4648E098...@yahoo.com...
What I miss when I skip threads. This was apparently worth missing. I have
to interact with minority caretakers daily, simply because I have no choice,
and tensions do develop, but I am educated enough to know these tensions are
socio-economic, and have little to do with ethnicity--but this thread is too
much, too sad, even for me, as a disabled writer who is willing to risk
breaching sensitivity censorship to actually get groups to put issues on the
table.
I admit to motes, not to hatreds.
Joanne
Mike Lyle
Chris, you should just move on to a better job as quietly as possible.
Most of us get into the wrong job at least once in our lives, and it's
no real problem. A 17-page letter sent to multiple recipients will
always make people think you're insane, and they won't even read it.
--
Mike.
--
Posted via a free Usenet account from http://www.teranews.com
contrex
wrote:
A 17-page letter sent to multiple recipients will
> always make people think you're insane, and they won't even read it.
It might even be construed as an act of misconduct, depending on the
contents, and used as a -- perhaps long-awaited -- reason for
dismissal.