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The Talk: Nonblack Version

by John Derbyshire
April 05, 2012

The Talk: Nonblack Version

There is much talk about “the talk.”

“Sean O’Reilly was 16 when his mother gave him the talk that most black
parents give their teenage sons,” Denisa R. Superville of the Hackensack
(NJ) Record tells us. Meanwhile, down in Atlanta: “Her sons were 12 and 8
when Marlyn Tillman realized it was time for her to have the talk,” Gracie
Bonds Staples writes in the Fort Worth Star-Telegram.

Leonard Greene talks about the talk in the New York Post. Someone bylined as
KJ Dell’Antonia talks about the talk in The New York Times. Darryl Owens
talks about the talk in the Orlando Sentinel.

Yes, talk about the talk is all over.

There is a talk that nonblack Americans have with their kids, too. My own
kids, now 19 and 16, have had it in bits and pieces as subtopics have
arisen. If I were to assemble it into a single talk, it would look something
like the following.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

(1) Among your fellow citizens are forty million who identify as black, and
whom I shall refer to as black. The cumbersome (and MLK-noncompliant) term
“African-American” seems to be in decline, thank goodness. “Colored” and
“Negro” are archaisms. What you must call “the ‘N’ word” is used freely
among blacks but is taboo to nonblacks.

“There is a talk that nonblack Americans have with their kids, too.”
(2) American blacks are descended from West African populations, with some
white and aboriginal-American admixture. The overall average of non-African
admixture is 20-25 percent. The admixture distribution is nonlinear, though:
“It seems that around 10 percent of the African American population is more
than half European in ancestry.” (Same link.)

(3) Your own ancestry is mixed north-European and northeast-Asian, but
blacks will take you to be white.

(4) The default principle in everyday personal encounters is, that as a
fellow citizen, with the same rights and obligations as yourself, any
individual black is entitled to the same courtesies you would extend to a
nonblack citizen. That is basic good manners and good citizenship. In some
unusual circumstances, however—e.g., paragraph (10h) below—this default
principle should be overridden by considerations of personal safety.

(5) As with any population of such a size, there is great variation among
blacks in every human trait (except, obviously, the trait of identifying
oneself as black). They come fat, thin, tall, short, dumb, smart,
introverted, extroverted, honest, crooked, athletic, sedentary, fastidious,
sloppy, amiable, and obnoxious. There are black geniuses and black morons.
There are black saints and black psychopaths. In a population of forty
million, you will find almost any human type. Only at the far, far extremes
of certain traits are there absences. There are, for example, no black
Fields Medal winners. While this is civilizationally consequential, it will
not likely ever be important to you personally. Most people live and die
without ever meeting (or wishing to meet) a Fields Medal winner.

(6) As you go through life, however, you will experience an ever larger
number of encounters with black Americans. Assuming your encounters are
random—for example, not restricted only to black convicted murderers or to
black investment bankers—the Law of Large Numbers will inevitably kick in.
You will observe that the means—the averages—of many traits are very
different for black and white Americans, as has been confirmed by methodical
inquiries in the human sciences.

(7) Of most importance to your personal safety are the very different means
for antisocial behavior, which you will see reflected in, for instance,
school disciplinary measures, political corruption, and criminal
convictions.

(8) These differences are magnified by the hostility many blacks feel toward
whites. Thus, while black-on-black behavior is more antisocial in the
average than is white-on-white behavior, average black-on-white behavior is
a degree more antisocial yet.

(9) A small cohort of blacks—in my experience, around five percent—is
ferociously hostile to whites and will go to great lengths to inconvenience
or harm us. A much larger cohort of blacks—around half—will go along
passively if the five percent take leadership in some event. They will do
this out of racial solidarity, the natural willingness of most human beings
to be led, and a vague feeling that whites have it coming.

(10) Thus, while always attentive to the particular qualities of
individuals, on the many occasions where you have nothing to guide you but
knowledge of those mean differences, use statistical common sense:

(10a) Avoid concentrations of blacks not all known to you personally.

(10b) Stay out of heavily black neighborhoods.

(10c) If planning a trip to a beach or amusement park at some date, find out
whether it is likely to be swamped with blacks on that date (neglect of that
one got me the closest I have ever gotten to death by gunshot).

(10d) Do not attend events likely to draw a lot of blacks.

(10e) If you are at some public event at which the number of blacks suddenly
swells, leave as quickly as possible.

(10f) Do not settle in a district or municipality run by black politicians.

(10g) Before voting for a black politician, scrutinize his/her character
much more carefully than you would a white.

(10h) Do not act the Good Samaritan to blacks in apparent distress, e.g., on
the highway.

(10i) If accosted by a strange black in the street, smile and say something
polite but keep moving.

(11) The mean intelligence of blacks is much lower than for whites. The
least intelligent ten percent of whites have IQs below 81; forty percent of
blacks have IQs that low. Only one black in six is more intelligent than the
average white; five whites out of six are more intelligent than the average
black. These differences show in every test of general cognitive ability
that anyone, of any race or nationality, has yet been able to devise. They
are reflected in countless everyday situations. “Life is an IQ test.”

(12) There is a magnifying effect here, too, caused by affirmative action.
In a pure meritocracy there would be very low proportions of blacks in
cognitively demanding jobs. Because of affirmative action, the proportions
are higher. In government work, they are very high. Thus, in those
encounters with strangers that involve cognitive engagement, ceteris paribus
the black stranger will be less intelligent than the white. In such
encounters, therefore—for example, at a government office—you will, on
average, be dealt with more competently by a white than by a black. If that
hostility-based magnifying effect (paragraph 8) is also in play, you will be
dealt with more politely, too. “The DMV lady“ is a statistical truth, not a
myth.

(13) In that pool of forty million, there are nonetheless many intelligent
and well-socialized blacks. (I’ll use IWSB as an ad hoc abbreviation.) You
should consciously seek opportunities to make friends with IWSBs. In
addition to the ordinary pleasures of friendship, you will gain an amulet
against potentially career-destroying accusations of prejudice.

(14) Be aware, however, that there is an issue of supply and demand here.
Demand comes from organizations and businesses keen to display racial
propriety by employing IWSBs, especially in positions at the interface with
the general public—corporate sales reps, TV news presenters, press officers
for government agencies, etc.—with corresponding depletion in less visible
positions. There is also strong private demand from middle- and upper-class
whites for personal bonds with IWSBs, for reasons given in the previous
paragraph and also (next paragraph) as status markers.

(15) Unfortunately the demand is greater than the supply, so IWSBs are
something of a luxury good, like antique furniture or corporate jets:
boasted of by upper-class whites and wealthy organizations, coveted by the
less prosperous. To be an IWSB in present-day US society is a height of
felicity rarely before attained by any group of human beings in history. Try
to curb your envy: it will be taken as prejudice (see paragraph 13).

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

You don’t have to follow my version of the talk point for point; but if you
are white or Asian and have kids, you owe it to them to give them some
version of the talk. It will save them a lot of time and trouble spent
figuring things out for themselves. It may save their lives.

[Robert Wolfe]

After serious thinking Carol Shenkenberger wrote :
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>> A Guide To Understanding Niggers
>>
>> Niggers are those black people who are lazy, stupid, ugly,
>> and worst of all, they smell even after taking a shower.
>> They pretend to act civilized, but one quick glance at one
>> or a group of them will dispel this illusion. Niggers are
>> the pack mule of the human race and should be treated as
>> such. A negroid specimen, when subjected to the correct
>> conditions, evolves into a highly dangerous form known
>> today as the “nigger†. These niggers are known to
>> capture white females and drag them back to their hives for
>> breeding.
>>
>> Niggers, instead of acting like developed and civilized
>> human beings, will almost always resort to their monkey
>> instincts by getting drunk, smoking weed, then driving
>> around raping white women and throwing their own feces at
>> other niggers, similar to their tree-dwelling monkey
>> predecessors. Because of the prevalence of violence in
>> black society, 9 out of 10 blacks will be gunned down
>> before the age of three.
>>
>> Niggers speak an abomination of English they call Ebonics
>> – which is pretty much the same as the clicks and grunts
>> of a gorilla.
>>
>> The diet of a nigger consists entirely of fried chicken,
>> watermelons and Kool-Aid. Niggers also almost constantly
>> make noise about raping white women and stealing welfare
>> cheques from invalid grandmothers so they can pretend they
>> bought those plastic spinning hubcaps they stole from other
>> niggers to “pimp out†their stolen 1974 Cadillacs.
>> Breakdancing was invented by niggers stealing hubcaps from
>> moving cars. Also niggers have a culture of spending time
>> with family and friends, though usually end up killing each
>> other for entertainment.
>>
>>
>> The Term And Its Meanings
>>
>> “Nigger†was originally a positive friendly term at
>> least 100 years ago (read Mark Twain books). Then it
>> changed to have an archaic definition as a derogatory term.
>> This old usage was mostly localized to North America and
>> meant in general people with dark skin.
>>
>> When Abe Lincoln set loose the apes the apes weren’t
>> grateful: they were pretty pissed off about losing their
>> rightful place in the world. Due to this they decided that
>> all the old terms for their kind were suddenly offensive.
>> Taking a cue from this, other races began to use
>> “Nigger†as an insult. This archaic usage is still used
>> by American blacks who (like the Jews) haven’t gotten
>> over their victim complex and by whites with the baggage of
>> liberal guilt. “Nigger†can refer to any non-white
>> these days, but let’s face it, ya’ll… it is more
>> commonly used to reference a piece of shit black
>> “person†who spends all his time standing on the street
>> corner drinking alcohol, smoking crack, and figuring out
>> how to kill you and take your stuff.
>>
>> With the spelling altered to “Nigga†due to Ebonics
>> linguistic requirements, it is now considered a friendly
>> term among blacks, and a verbal request to be murdered if
>> said by anyone else. The more specific term “Thug†or
>> “Gangsta†refers to a negroid who feels the need to act
>> like a tough guy all the time for no apparent reason. Such
>> “street niggers†are the bane of all civilized people.
>>
>> Alternative Terms
>>
>> Many niggers are offended by some of the terms referring to
>> their race (but not if they are used by a nigger). If you
>> choose from this list, you might find one that the niggers
>> you’re talking about doesn’t mind hearing:
>> African-American, ape, Aunt Jemima, black, buckwheat,
>> chimpanzee, Chimp, colored person, coon, cotton picker,
>> gator bait, jigaboo, jungle bunny, monkey, mud person,
>> murder monkey, muthafuckah, negro, negroid, nigga, nig,
>> niggah, nigger, nig-nog, person of color, pickaninny, porch
>> monkey, groid, Sambo, shitskin, slave, spade, spearchucker,
>> spook, tar baby, Uncle Tom, welfare monkey or kaffirs.
>> There are in fact way too many to mention.
>>
>> History
>>
>> Niggers were invented by our very drunk God after having
>> lost badly at a poker night with Buddha, Satan, and
>> whatever deviant gods the towel-headea Arabs claim to
>> worship in between camel buggering. The first niggers were
>> created from turds taken from dingy, smelly peat bogs
>> located around Dundee, Scotland, to be used as slaves to
>> make white people’s lives easier and find a market for
>> the watermelon, a vegetable posing as a fruit that normal
>> white people would never eat.
>>
>> It is also believed that a big piece of shit, shoved up an
>> orangutans pussy before being fucked by a skunk, evolved
>> into the nigger and subsequently the brown color of the
>> species because of the genetic structure of the piece of
>> shit combined with the skunk cum in the orangutan pussy.
>> Soon, the niggers discovered ancient texts that taught them
>> to use the dark side of the force. It corrupted them,
>> giving them unspeakable power as well as their
>> characteristic dark color and smell. The white man
>> recognized this threat and waged war on the niggers for
>> over 9000 years. Utilizing its superior numbers, the white
>> man defeated nigger-kind and stripped it of its power.
>> After three hundred years of deserved servitude, most
>> niggers were freed by a coalition/conspiracy of mindless
>> liberals ( Abrahan Lincoln and William Wilberforce) and
>> accidentally freed niggers (Martin Luther King) who took
>> advantage of the Confederate States of America and the
>> failure of ten million inbreds to keep five million niggers
>> dumb and happy picking cotton and eating watermelon.
>>
>> Sometime in the late 20th century, the niggers renamed
>> themselves as niggas, in a vain attempt to shed their truly
>> shitty history. It didn’t work, as shown by the saying
>> “you can take the nigger out of the jungle, but you
>> can’t take the jungle out of the nigger.†Niggers
>> nowadays use their new-found freedom for constructive
>> purposes such as robbing liquor stores, shooting each other
>> with stolen habdguns, raping white women, and wearing
>> clothes that are about ten sizes too big…
>>
>> Niggers In Ancient Times
>>
>> A lot of niggers believe that the ancient Egyptians were
>> actually niggers. Yeah, right. Like a nigger can figure out
>> how to mummify something. Or build a pyramid. Or make a
>> chariot. (Though there are numerous hieroglyphic records of
>> chariots being stolen by what the Egyptian cops called
>> “baboon people,†there are no records of niggas with
>> Egyptian drivers licences or chariot insurance. Some things
>> never change.)
>>
>> Another common nigger belief is that the ancient Greeks
>> were just a bunch of fuck-tards until they stole the
>> niggers knowledge and got uppity. Nobody ever explained to
>> the niggas that knowledge is not a physical, finite
>> substance and that if somebody steals your knowledge, you
>> still have it. There are no confirmed records of niggers
>> ever having any knowledge at all, with the notable
>> exception, during post-Civil War reconstruction, of knowing
>> how to steal watermelons from Whitey’s fields.
>>
>> Characteristics
>>
>> A Nigger is the long sought after “missing linkâ€
>> between man and ape. They are characterized by their
>> over-sized lips, tight-curled hair, and their love for
>> fried chicken, watermelon, purple soft dranks, large
>> booty’s, prison, crack cocaine and white pussy.
>>
>> The female version of this species of sub-human is the
>> Niggress, or “She-Nigger†. They are known mostly for
>> their completely, impossibly over-sized asses, their
>> completely fucktarded names (Tamqueesha, Mo’neeque,
>> Mercedes, LaFawnduh, etc), and their 6 inch long fake
>> nails.
>>
>> Niggers tend to gravitate towards shiny things, which they
>> call bling, and cover their cars with them. They think this
>> makes them special, but, in fact, it just makes them more
>> gay and retarded.
>>
>> Why Niggers Love Watermelon And Fried Chicken
>>
>> Niggers are attracted to bright colors and large amounts of
>> sugar, not unlike their cousins who swing from trees.
>> Niggers get obsessed by trivial pleasures like watermelon,
>> fried chicken and bling because it stimulates a vestigial
>> part of their primitive jungle brains. Niggers are by their
>> very natures useless scroungers. They didn’t grow
>> anything, they didn’t raise anything, and they didn’t
>> hunt anything. They’ve spent the last entire fucking
>> millennium before captivity foraging for food on the jungle
>> floor – minimizing their physical activity during the
>> day, and seeking to avoid predators during the night.
>>
>> The primary component of the Nigger diet in the motherland
>> was ripened and rotting fruit. This was a huge bonus in
>> terms of survival – easy to digest, and rich in water and
>> carbohydrates it took very little energy to digest.
>>
>> Niggers today are still “Hard Wired†to get all excited
>> over brightly colored fruit drinks, which is programmed
>> into their DNA – and will invariably make a bee-line for
>> any fruit punch and grape drink.
>>
>> Don’t be fooled – Niggers are still the same stupid,
>> primitive apes they were a 100,000 years ago. A few decades
>> of MTV and Affirmative Action isn’t going to change a
>> single thing!
>>
>> Communication
>>
>> Since all niggers are too lazy to learn proper English,
>> they are practically impossible to understand. Their
>> “language†is in fact the epitome of laziness. An
>> example in modern ebonics is “ackin†for “actingâ€
>> because it’s just too much effort moving the tongue to
>> the roof of the mouth to make a “t†sound. Sometimes
>> the nigger is simply too retarded to learn proper English.
>> Example: “hello my name is jamie†converts to “YO YO
>> YO wazzup bitches and bitchets me names jamie c, respectaz
>> or ill pop a cap in yo’ white ass foo’!â€
>>
>> Not to be confused with English for whites, Engrish for
>> Asians, El English for Mexicans, Nigger Speak is it’s own
>> form of language, containing many profanities and numerous
>> nonsense/useless slang words in a single sentence. On the
>> internet, this stupidity is magnified at least 100 times
>> and usually leaves all other races in a WTF moment. Nigger
>> Speak has no use whatsoever and is the Nigger’s way of
>> getting back at the white man. The normal conversation
>> between two fluent in Nigger Speak goes something like this
>> “Smh, lmlmlml, dat sht hd mi rolin on duh fukin florâ€
>> “Omkfc, ikrâ€
>>
>> Breeding Habits
>>
>> As part of the efforts to keep the nigger population under
>> control, as well as reducing the need to buy riot gear and
>> import watermelons from foreign sources, niggers are now
>> required by International Law to breed only in the Spring.
>> Not that they pay any attention to this law any more than
>> they do any other law. The act of niggers engaging in
>> sexual reproduction with humans is classified as
>> bestiality.
>>
>> During the official nigger mating season, the nigger
>> performs a fantastic mating ritual to locate a victim.
>> First, said nigger smokes a shit load of weed. Then, the
>> nigger hides in a mud puddle – years of evolution allow
>> the nigger to simply blend in. After spotting the perfect
>> white woman (niggers hate mating with their own kind, since
>> all niggers secretly wish they weren’t niggers), they
>> jump out of the puddle and beat the innocent woman to the
>> ground. After letting the woman beg to let her keep her
>> virginity, the nigger proceeds to rape her in every
>> possible opening, after which the nigger kills its forced
>> mate for fear of its natural enemy, child support. If the
>> said negro belongs to a hive, the nigger captures the woman
>> and forcibly drags her to the hive for breeding.
>>
>> Niggers fornicate heavily all year round. “Fornicatingâ€
>> to a nigger means raping respectable white woman, fucking
>> an animal instead of another nigger, or falling for a
>> female’s mating ritual. The only nigger no other nigger
>> will ever fuck is Michelle Obama, except of course Barack
>> Obama for the sake of trying to dispel the rumour that
>> he’s actually a raging homosexual.
>>
>> Natural Enemies
>>
>> Although the nigger seems like a powerful foe, it has many
>> natural predators. In addition to child support, one of the
>> more visible predators who actively hunt niggers are
>> rednecks. Niggers hate rednecks almost as much as rednecks
>> hate niggers.
>>
>> Arguably most widespread natural enemies of niggers are the
>> police. The police are known to hunt for niggers on a
>> continual basis not because they are racist but because
>> 99.9% of crime is done by—you guessed it—niggers.
>>
>> Another natural predator is the KKK, although everybody
>> agrees that when contrasting the KKK from rednecks is
>> useless because truth be told, there ain’t no fucking
>> difference between the two groups at all. Every Klansman is
>> a redneck and every redneck is a Klansman.
>>
>> In a peculiar turn of nature and society, the nigger is
>> often its own natural enemy. If a nigger is actually guilty
>> of doing harm to other niggers, like shooting them,
>> stealing their money, setting up crack houses in their
>> neighborhoods, and so forth, the other niggers refuse all
>> aid to the police who are trying to end their oppression.
>> This nigger “don’t snitch†policy has two beneficial
>> effects: First, it lets niggers keep shootin’, stealin’
>> and dealin’ crack, which pushes the nigger community ever
>> downward into the muck. And second, the absence of nigger
>> prosecution witnesses in court encourages the legal system
>> to incarcerate shitloads of niggers regardless of their
>> guilt; this has the effect of greatly reducing the number
>> of niggers on our streets and in the breeding population.
>> And that’s a good thing.
>>
>> Confronting a nigger
>>
>> When confronting a nigger in everyday society while
>> unarmed, it is best that you contact your nearest Skinhead,
>> Neo-Nazi or police officer. If you are armed it is best you
>> shoot them on sight and immediately proceed to curbstomp
>> the fuck out of them as a safety precaution. (see Edward
>> Norton for tips on how to best handle a nigger) If unarmed,
>> your only hope is to scream “Oh lawdy, lawdz, is dat sum
>> chicken?†and use the distraction to avoid rape.
>> Interacting with a nigger is highly discouraged as it is
>> more than likely you will be immediately raped, robbed
>> and/or transferred HIV/AIDS.
>>
>> Surviving a nigger attack
>>
>> That being said, A nigger will attack a man if they are
>> startled, need money, or if direct eye contact is made. The
>> best way to avoid danger is to avoid the nigger or by
>> playing fetch with it using fried chicken.
>>
>> As you walk or travel through nigger territory, and if you
>> can not see more then 50 to 100 feet in front of you, call
>> out every few minutes until you enter a clear area. Some
>> people call out, others sing, some wear nigger-bells. The
>> point being is to make a lot of noise. In most cases the
>> nigger will run away in a state of confusion.
>>
>> If this is ineffective and he begins speaking in retarded,
>> low-pitched ebonics, talk to him in soothing tones about
>> things he is familiar with, such as watermelon, chicken,
>> Kool-Aid, rap music and bling. Don’t talk too soothingly,
>> or he may thing you are trying to be all gay on him.
>> Niggers are known for being very sensitive about their
>> supposed “manhood†. Make sure he sees you. Hold you
>> arms high above your head. this will make you look much
>> bigger to him. Continue to talk and slowly back away. If
>> you run he will chase you. Niggers can run and jump
>> extremely fast.
>>
>> If the nigger lunges at you, jump into water (niggers are
>> horrible swimmers). If you are in an area without water
>> (such as the ghetto or the desert plains of Africa) run in
>> a zigzag motion towards a police station or the white part
>> of town. This will surely confuse him.
>>
>> Whatever you do, DON’T climb a tree. Niggers have had
>> plenty of practice at this sort of thing, as their
>> tree-climbing instincts were honed to a razor edge deep in
>> the jungles of Africa.
>>
>> Another popular defense against niggers is to carry nigger
>> spray. This has soap and water in it which niggers hate. If
>> you spray the nigger he may change his mind or break off an
>> attack; although he may become infuriated and enter a
>> furious black rage.
>>
>> Stay away from niggers. Many tourists think they look cute
>> and like to get close enough to take a picture. Do not be
>> stupid! Also remember that a niggress with baby niggers is
>> very protective and dangerous and may attack even though
>> you think you are a safe distance away.
>>
>> Do NOT feed a nigger your change, no matter how much it
>> begs. This will only attract even more niggers. Many AIDS
>> outbreaks have spread into otherwise clean areas just from
>> niggers being attracted to the sound of loose change. Do
>> your part to keep the epidemic down.

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On 10/2/2017 11:25 AM, Casa de Masa wrote:
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"Robert Wolfe" wrote in message news:CAuAB.147896$wI2.1...@fx41.iad...
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Some blacks complain that “The System” only allows a few token “negroes” to
succeed. If this were the case, wouldn’t “The System” make sure that those
who succeed are “Stepin Fetchits,” “Uncle Toms,” “Coons,” etc.? But there
are plenty of blacks succeeding who hate Whites – people like Obama, Oprah,
Toni Morrison, Spike Lee, rapper Azealia Banks, Samuel Jackson and others.

So, just exactly how is “The System” stopping other “non-token negroes” from
succeeding? Answer: It isn’t.

Though the White liberal “System” under Lyndon B. Johnson certainly helped
devastate the black family by providing welfare programs to single women and
discouraging them from having a man in the house, blacks cannot continue to
blame “The System” or Whites in general 50 years later! Racists like Rep.
Maxine Waters, D-Calif., blamed the CIA for putting crack into the black
community. Did the CIA waterboard blacks into taking the drugs? Does the CIA
force blacks to kill other blacks? This is madness.

Someday, when we look back at these times, we will see this as when America
lost its mind – and especially when so many black Americans lost their
minds. They gave into blame and excuse making. Only a hard look in the
mirror will bring back sanity to the black community. This is the real black
privilege black Americans have been given and should jump at – one more
chance to stop blaming and get it right...

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>>On 10/2/2017 11:21 AM, Robert Wolfe wrote:
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>>ab...@thundernews.com Get this racist scum runoff usenet, gang.
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>Good luck. Most ISPs these days ignore the whines of thin-skinned,
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Tony Sidaway Memorial "Drama Queen" Award, November 2006
Busted Urinal Award, April 2007
Order of the Holey Sockpuppet, September 2007
Barbara Woodhouse Memorial Dog Whistle, September 2006
Barbara Woodhouse Memorial Dog Whistle, April 2008
Tinfoil Sombrero, February 2007
AUK Mascot, September 2007
Putting the Awards Out of Order to Screw With the OCD Fuckheads, March 2016

[Casa de Masa]

> On 10/2/2017 12:54 PM, Your Friendly Neighbourhood Puppy Whistle Holder

> forward it to the local and federal authorities, then? they don't tend to take things lightly these days.
>

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[Casa lo pensa]

On 10/2/2017 2:38 PM, Casa de Masa wrote:
>> On 10/2/2017 12:54 PM, Your Friendly Neighbourhood Puppy Whistle Holder
>> forward it to the local and federal authorities, then? they don't tend to take things lightly these days.
>>
>
> _
> (_)
>
>

forged

[Byker]

On 10/2/2017 12:54 PM, Your Friendly Neighbourhood Puppy Whistle Holder
> forward it to the local and federal authorities, then? they don't tend
> to take things lightly these days.
>

Chances are they'll take action only if it's construed to be a credible
threat...

[Byker]

"Casa de Masa" wrote in message news:oqu2cb$q81$2...@gioia.aioe.org...

On 10/2/2017 12:54 PM, Your Friendly Neighbourhood Puppy Whistle Holder

Emeritus 🐶笛 wrote:
> On Mon, 2 Oct 2017 12:53:48 -0500, LO AND BEHOLD; ""Byker"
>>>

>>> Good luck. Most ISPs these days ignore the whines of thin-skinned,
>>> chip-on-the-shoulder snowflakes...
>>
>> forward it to the local and federal authorities, then? they don't tend
>> to take things lightly these days.
>
>

> Done.

Keep in mind that state and federal authorities will want to check into the
tattler's credibility. When a future employer does a background check on
him, they might not want an FBI "snitch" on their payroll. Good luck finding
another job...

[Your Friendly Neighbourhood Puppy Whistle Holder Emeritus 🐶笛]

On Mon, 2 Oct 2017 19:55:44 -0500, LO AND BEHOLD; ""Byker"

<byker@do~rag.net>" determined that the following was of great
importance and subsequently decided to freely share it with us in

<LIidncXNn6CJfU_E...@supernews.com>:

>"Casa de Masa" wrote in message news:oqu2cb$q81$2...@gioia.aioe.org...
>

>On 10/2/2017 12:54 PM, Your Friendly Neighbourhood 🐶 Whistle Holder

>Emeritus 🐶笛 wrote:
>>On Mon, 2 Oct 2017 12:53:48 -0500, LO AND BEHOLD; ""Byker"
>>>>Good luck. Most ISPs these days ignore the whines of thin-skinned,
>>>>chip-on-the-shoulder snowflakes...
>>>forward it to the local and federal authorities, then? they don't tend
>>>to take things lightly these days.
>>Done.
>
>Keep in mind that state and federal authorities will want to check into
>the tattler's credibility. When a future employer does a background
>check on him, they might not want an FBI "snitch" on their payroll.
>Good luck finding another job...

i wouldn't want to work for such a nazi anyway.

i can make money fixing anything from tube amplifiers to studio mixers if i want.

thanks for the tip, doofus.

[Casa lo pensa]

Heh, oh well...

[Marty Bodine]

In article <oqtsnj$fud$3...@gioia.aioe.org>, t...@ma.le says...

>
> On 10/2/2017 11:21 AM, Robert Wolfe wrote:
>
> > INDEED!
>
> ab...@thundernews.com
>
> Get this racist scum runoff usenet, gang.
>

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!

[Marty Bodine]

In article <oqu1hp$omd$8...@gioia.aioe.org>, t...@ma.le says...
>
> On 10/2/2017 11:53 AM, Byker wrote:
> > "Casa de Masa"  wrote in message news:oqtsnj$fud$3...@gioia.aioe.org...

> >
> >> On 10/2/2017 11:21 AM, Robert Wolfe wrote:
> >>>
> >>> INDEED!
> >>
> >> ab...@thundernews.com
> >>
> >> Get this racist scum runoff usenet, gang.
> >

> > Good luck.
>
> Thanks.
>

ESAD.

[Checkmate, DoW #1]

Warning! Always wear ANSI approved safety goggles when reading posts by
Checkmate! In article <FMadnbqSXq9AQE_E...@supernews.com>,
byker@do~rag.net says...

Pussy Willow is possibly an Africanized strain, and exhibits frequent
signs of "over sensitivity".


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[Checkmate, DoW #1]

Warning! Always wear ANSI approved safety goggles when reading posts by

Checkmate! In article <oqu2cb$q81$2...@gioia.aioe.org>, t...@ma.le says...

>
> On 10/2/2017 12:54 PM, Your Friendly Neighbourhood Puppy Whistle Holder

> Emeritus ?? wrote:
> > On Mon, 2 Oct 2017 12:53:48 -0500, LO AND BEHOLD; ""Byker"
> > <byker@do~rag.net>" determined that the following was of great
> > importance and subsequently decided to freely share it with us in
> > <5r6dnUVLbbqx4E_E...@supernews.com>:
> >
> >> "Casa de Masa" wrote in message news:oqtsnj$fud$3...@gioia.aioe.org...
> >>
> >>> On 10/2/2017 11:21 AM, Robert Wolfe wrote:
> >>>> INDEED!
> >>> ab...@thundernews.com Get this racist scum runoff usenet, gang.
> >>
> >> Good luck. Most ISPs these days ignore the whines of thin-skinned,
> >> chip-on-the-shoulder snowflakes...
> >
> > forward it to the local and federal authorities, then? they don't tend to take things lightly these days.
> >
>

> Done.

Are you new to Usenet?

[Byker]

"Marty Bodine" wrote in message
news:MPG.343d82553...@useast.newsdemon.com...

The dull negro stare

Ever notice how clueless most blacks look? Those dumb, black eyes just seem
to stare into space. There's nothing going on behind them. It's like "I
ain't be understandin' whatchoo be sayin' White man...."

Of course you know the look. Just a bunch of niggers standing on the side
walk creates a black hole of ugliness and low IQ.

I was thinking about buying a digital camera so I could snap some pix of
niggers I see around and about town. I was thinking about posting them.
Perhaps with some humorous captions. I'm sure SCAA readers would
appreciate some visuals along with the truth.

I saw one fat-assed nigger sow with a little 3 or 4 year old tarbaby
today. Oh, how disgusting. This nigger bitch was SO FAT. I mean, I'm
talking close to 300 pounds. She was easily 2 of me. And her little
bastard was loud and obnoxious, running all over the place and making
lots of noise--like a monkey.

Who fucks these ugly nigger bitches? I mean, they are SO UGLY it's
unbelievable that some man could maintain an erection lying naked with
such an ugly beast.

I used to work with a negro. He was a nice guy and all. But if you ever
asked him a question, he'd give you the ape-caught-in-the-headlights
look. You can tell that there isn't much thought going on behind those
beady eyes.

[Byker]

"Marty Bodine" wrote in message

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As schools struggle to hang on to young teachers, many young teachers
struggle to hang on. Caught between layoffs and tenure, Kelly Maynard kept
an account of her make-or-break third year as a Minneapolis teacher.
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Welcome to my world: A third-year teacher's story

Kelly Maynard, Star Tribune

Editor's note:

The first week back after winter break. It's Friday. The week had its ups
and downs, as they all do. Blood on the floor. A student pushing me in the
hall. A fire drill on a cold day. Students making crank calls between
classrooms.

I'm glad the week's over. I dreaded it for the two weeks of vacation. Truth
be told, I didn't touch any schoolwork until Sunday, and then I worked for
about five hours. It would have been better to do a bit at a time, but the
thought of school put a knot in my stomach.

I got sick a few days before returning. Flu? Perhaps. Stress-related?
Probably.

I teach middle-school math at Cityview Community School, a Minneapolis
performing-arts magnet school for prekindergartners through eighth-graders.
I'm a third-year teacher, which means this is a big year. When May comes,
I'll either achieve tenure or be informed that my services are no longer
desired by the Minneapolis School District. Sometime in there, I'll probably
be laid off and (probably) rehired. This will be my third time at both.

I agreed to keep a diary in 2003 for several reasons. Nearly one-third of
teachers leave the profession after only three years. My story might give
some clues about why that is. Also: It seems to me that some of the people
who have the strongest opinions about how to fix our struggling schools have
no idea what it's like inside one. This story, which includes diary excerpts
and other recollections written later, offers a slice of life in one
person's class in one inner-city school.

I've changed the names of some of the children to protect their privacy, but
the stories are 100 percent real.

It was early afternoon, and I'd walked about 10 kids to the computer lab. I
hadn't yet mastered the art of being at the front and back of a line
simultaneously, so as we turned a corner, two frequently off-task children
went missing, and I knew they'd wandered down to an elementary hall.

Good grief. It's bad enough if they disrupt my class, but here my students
were disrupting other teachers' classes. Still, I couldn't leave the rest of
my group unattended. So I ushered them into the lab and called the office, a
behavior specialist and another teacher, putting out the alert for the two
wayward students.

Within minutes, a voice boomed over the loudspeaker that two sixth-graders
were missing and gave their names and the room where they should have been
(with me).

The public shame gave me an idea for a new T-shirt, a la "Plays well with
others." Mine would say: "Can't keep track of 10 kids."

This is my second career. Before teaching, I was a full-time copy editor at
the Star Tribune. I began volunteering in public schools as a trial for
teaching. I love kids, and when I was one, I loved school. Teaching seemed a
natural fit.

I got my license in April 2000. After bugging people in the Minneapolis
district all summer, I had three job interviews the week before Labor Day. I
was offered jobs at all three schools and chose Cityview in north
Minneapolis because it was closest to my home. I signed my contract for
about $32,000 a year on a Friday and started teaching the following Tuesday.

I've kept my foot in the door at the newspaper, working part time in the
sports department. I have a third job, at the music counter of the Electric
Fetus record store.

Some people, especially my mom, think I'm nuts to work so much. But the
other jobs helped smooth my transition to a much-lower income bracket.

More important than money: The other jobs keep me sane. I hate to admit
this -- and I don't like what it says about society or about education or
maybe about me -- but I find my part-time jobs more rewarding, in some ways,
than teaching.

I value the sense of accomplishment I have at the end of a shift from
finding a rare CD for a customer or meeting a tight news deadline. But at
school, the piles of papers never abate; the line of kids with questions or
problems never goes away; the lesson book is always staring me in the face;
there's always another parent to tell me what I'm doing wrong.

At school, what I usually feel at the end of a shift is overwhelmed.

Jan. 24

Ugh! It was a short week, but it managed to have all the stress and misery
of a regular-length one -- and more. I told my mentor that if I had access
to another source of insurance, I would have quit today.

Even simple requests lead to power struggles. "Please have a seat." "If you
have gum in your mouth, please get rid of it." "Hands to yourself." "Get in
line." These are reasonable requests, but often I get eye rolls, teeth
sucking, back-talk. At worst, students respond by swearing at me, laughing
in my face, pushing past me.

That's what gets me down: Simple tasks become ordeals, and trying to get
students to do the job they're at school to do can become so confrontational
so easily. That bothers me more than the fights or other bigger explosions,
because it's so constant. Wears me down. But next week's a new week.

. . .

Most of my students would fall into the "at-risk" category. Almost 20
percent of Cityview students receive special-education services; almost 30
percent receive some English-language services; 85 percent qualify for free
or reduced-price lunches, a key indicator of poverty. The population is
diverse: The majority of the children are African-American, with Hmong a
distant second. The staff is diverse, with more male and minority teachers
than is average across the district.

But categories don't tell the real story. Many of my kids can tell you where
the crack dealers live; many have seen shootings or are related to a victim.
One student with a chronically ill mother missed many days because she had
to baby-sit for her younger siblings. One boy with a bad temper started
storming out of the room even more often after his father was released from
prison. One child whose mom was a drug addict was caught several times
stealing money from teachers.

One afternoon, Joey's mother came to school with him. She was having trouble
believing what we were telling her -- that Joey was skipping class, not
turning in any work, and lying to us to go to the office. Throughout the
year, she had threatened to remove Joey -- to which some of my colleagues
and I would say, "That's your decision. Let me know if you need help with
that process."

On this day, Joey's class lined up outside after lunch. We were standing
against the wall when Mike, another student in the class, made a comment
about Joey's weight. Joey's mom, standing nearby, didn't hesitate to jump in
and insult Mike.

Not wanting to escalate the situation -- and having to maintain control of
the rest of the kids -- I waited until we got inside to address Mike. Once I
got the rest of the group settled and working on a classroom assignment, I
called Mike out of the room, talked to him about his behavior and assigned
him to detention.

Meantime, Joey's mom arrived -- just seconds too late to hear Joey swear at
another student. She was yelling about how "these teachers don't f---ing do
anything!" and yanked Joey out of class. Swearing and threatening the whole
way, she marched through the hall with Joey and right out the front door.


I feel as though on some days, my job is a lot like that of the doctors on
"M*A*S*H." No matter how hard they worked or how much time they put in, they
lost patients. Too many pieces of the puzzle were out of their control.

Well, I'm not doing surgery. But no matter how hard I try or how much time I
put in, I can't "fix" the baggage my students bring to school. Some are
going to drop out. Some are not going to pass the eighth-grade basic-skills
test -- even in 12th grade. Some will end up victims of gang violence. Some
will use and deal drugs. Some will end up in jail. No matter what I do.

Feb. 7

I'm halfway through my third year of teaching, so I've gone through the
quarterly report card routine 10 times. It hasn't gone smoothly once. The
latest attempt included a crashed network and dead printer.

But even before we could get to those problems, my friend Carrie Wohlrabe --
the sixth-grade language arts teacher -- and I had an impromptu 50-minute
meeting with another teacher, a behavior specialist, the principal and a
particularly perturbed and disrespectful student. I also had to make my best
guess on grades for students in an elective for which the teacher quit
halfway through the term.

By the time this batch printed out, it was past 4:30, and 807 (what we
fondly call the Minneapolis school headquarters, after its address on West
Broadway) and its mail center were closed.

It's times like these -- or when I'm pulling used tissues out of the recycle
bin or scrubbing the sink in my classroom with the cleanser I bought -- when
I can't help but think that Michelle Pfeiffer didn't do any of this stuff in
"Dangerous Minds."

. . .

My school is new. The building is barely four years old, and the staff as a
whole is young. We have a large percentage of untenured teachers, and we've
had considerable turnover. My first year, one member of my team quit on the
third Monday of September. This year, two of the four people on my team were
replaced in November; one resigned because of job stress, and one was forced
to go on leave because of performance concerns and was replaced by a
long-term sub. We've had three principals in my three years.

We have a new principal this year, Nell Collier. She's a master manager, a
hard worker, and she's committed to making our school safe: She fought to
get video-surveillance cameras installed, and within a week they helped
catch a Cityview student and his friend trying to steal a car from the staff
parking lot.

In other words, we're trying -- hard. But many days, it feels like all we do
is react to crises. When you see a child removed in handcuffs from the
middle school or a teacher attacked and bitten by a first-grader, it's hard
to think in the long term.

And more and more, I'm questioning whether I have it in me to stick it out
and see my school come of age.

Feb. 21

Another short week. We had Monday off for Presidents' Day. The week was all
right. We've started a new geometry book in class, and students like this
one. They get to work with shapes and cool manipulatives.

Several sixth-graders were suspended this week. No big fights or anything;
it was just one of those weeks, I think, in which the administrators had had
it with the disrespect and defiance.

One morning en route to school, I stopped at SuperAmerica and picked up a
four-pack of muffins and four boxes of wooden pencils. I can't keep up with
the demand for pencils: They're stolen, broken, thrown, borrowed, never
returned. I've tried selling them, lending them, trading them, keeping a box
of golf pencils at the door of my room. Still, I haven't found a foolproof
system yet and I feel as though I hemorrhage pencils! You can't always count
on the materials you need being in the school storeroom, so sometimes it's
just easier to buy them yourself.

I put my muffins and pencils on the counter. The supervisor who was ringing
me up glanced at my purchases and then at me and said, "You a teacher?"
"Yeah." (Pause.) "Kind of sucks that you have to buy stuff for your kids,
huh?"

Yeah.

. . .

One of the biggest wakeup calls for me has been dealing with parents who
don't trust me or the school -- or who always take their child's word over
mine. For the record, I don't have the time, energy or desire to lie about
kids. I don't call homes to "get kids in trouble."

One Friday at 5:30, I called the grandmother of a student who was routinely
challenging everything I said in class -- laughing at me, interrupting me,
cussing at me. We had a long chat about the girl and the fact that, though
she's very bright, she wasn't turning in any work.

The grandmother lectured me on how I should handle the students in class. My
patience turned to puzzlement after about 30 minutes when she changed gears.
"And Ms. Maynard, if you ever have any stains you can't get out, I have just
the thing." What? "And I also sell makeup." Why was she giving me a sales
pitch instead of some cooperation?

March 7

I heard through the grapevine that my school reached its 300th suspension of
the year this week. One wonders what our tally might have been if it
included all the incidents for which kids would have been suspended if they
didn't qualify for special interventions or if they hadn't already had so
many suspensions that another one would be pointless.

On Wednesday, after my reading class, I returned to my desk to find a baggie
with two large hairballs in it. Hmmm. Was this a prank? A mistake? Or
perhaps a generous gift to the short-haired teacher whom students forever
call "bald-headed"?

. . .

Nothing in teacher college prepares you for the meetings. I'm not just
talking about our weekly sixth-grade team meetings, or about staff
development meetings -- in which an hour's worth of material often is
covered in two or three. I'm talking about the regular IEP (Individual
Education Plan) meetings for students who receive special-education
services.

Then there's FBA meetings. Those are Functional Behavior Assessments, for
students who have been suspended for 10 days or more. (We have several of
those in sixth grade.) Then there's meetings of SSST, a problem-solving
committee that evaluates children's issues and brainstorms interventions.

I haven't even touched on meetings with parents, middle-school meetings or
weekly staff meetings, off-site district meetings, or the impromptu meetings
the administration calls to announce news -- whether it's budget cuts or
crime news, like the shootings that killed a high school student and injured
the brother of one of our kids.

Every month, meetings suck up hours of time and energy. Some of those hours
could be better spent planning lessons or meeting with students. Can we just
get the handouts?

March 11

It's only Tuesday and already, it's been a very long week. The sixth-graders
are taking the district's NALT tests, and that eats up a big chunk of class
time. Compounding the situation, five new sixth-graders joined my homeroom
in the past three days. They had to be assessed to find their academic level
so we could throw them right into the appropriate standardized test.

Our first passing time today featured a very loud fight in the middle of our
common area. Two girls were punching, hitting, grabbing and pulling out each
other's hair extensions. Several adults had to pull them apart, and even
more adults came to help quiet the students who were cheering and laughing.
This happened about 15 feet behind where I stood coaching one of the new
students in her first experience with a combination lock. Welcome to your
new school.

. . .

I know that I won't be allowed to teach math again next year; I've been
teaching on a variance, but my license is in language arts. I'm not sure I
want to do the same job again, anyway. I feel as though I've given the
homeroom gig the old college try, and I'm not satisfied with what I'm able
to do. As a homeroom teacher, I have four classes ranging from 20 to 28
students, in addition to reading, advisory or elective classes.

Support teachers, on the other hand, tend to work with smaller groups of
students. When they come into my class, their lower profile seems to invite
less abuse from the kids. I see some of them accomplishing things with these
kids that it's too hard to do when it's 25 to 1.

I've pitched an idea to my principal. I suggested a job on the support
staff -- teaching small groups, helping other teachers in their classrooms,
doing test preparation. She was open to the idea.

. . .

I dread one of my fourth-quarter math classes. I have it every other day,
right after lunch, and I fantasize about calling in sick on those days.

Here's the thing: I know which girl is going to make the loud "HOOT" when I
turn my back. (Ironically, she's the same girl who made me a card for my
birthday and gave me a copy of her school picture.) I know which boy will
hide the warm-up assignment I put on the overhead projector. And I can make
a very educated guess about who spilled my coffee, who stole my overhead
markers, who threw the box of plastic math shapes all over the floor and who
wrote "Ms. Maynard is a b----" on the board. But I can't catch them
red-handed.

When you're a teacher, you've got to have something they call
"with-it-ness." You have to be on top of everything, have eyes in the back
of your head. I'm usually pretty good at this. But with this particular
class, I've gotten to the point where I put everything that isn't tied down
into a locked cabinet and tape the overhead sheet to the projector before
the kids walk in the room. When the hi-jinks take place, I document what
happened and often share the notes with the assistant principal. On several
occasions, he interrogated suspects and made calls home.

I have pretty thick skin. I've been called lots of names and have been
insulted about my hair ("You bald-headed skeezer"), shoes ("You buy your
shoes at Payless") and the way I talk ("You're not my mother!"). I usually
shrug it off. Once in a while I'll cop an attitude right back to the kids,
which either makes them laugh or stuns them silent. But some days, the 17th
or 18th insult makes me snap.

That happened one afternoon with this class. I was trying to keep my cool,
had lots of work ready, but I'd lost control of the lesson. I was out of
strategies; I had no new seating plans, no new tricks up my sleeve. When a
behavior specialist walked into my room, I walked out. I went to the
assistant principal and said, "I can't finish that class."

I walked into the copy room on the verge of tears. Then I just got mad . . .
at the handful of kids who were making every other afternoon hell for me; at
the rest of the kids in the class, who were laughing and encouraging them;
at everyone else in the school -- can't someone do something? -- and at
myself, for not being able to handle a bunch of 12-year-olds!

. . .

It hasn't been all bad. In fact, fewer than 5 percent of Cityview students
have had chronic discipline problems. Most kids are usually doing exactly
what they're supposed to be doing -- which makes it so frustrating when the
bad behavior of a few wastes the time of so many wonderful children.

The class I had my first year is starting high school this September -- and
many of my superstars passed the eighth-grade basic-skills tests on their
first attempt!

One high point involved one of those students, Karl. Karl's very bright.
Funny, talented, polite, charming, the second oldest of a wonderful family.
But he was turning in sloppy work and was starting to be rude to me.

One day after school, I spoke to him in my sternest tone (which makes me
laugh now). I said, "You need to think about what kind of expectations I
should have for you. If you want me to have high expectations, you're going
to have to change what you're doing. If I need to lower my expectations, you
just let me know, and I'll start expecting mediocre work from you."

He left my room fuming. I worried that I'd come down too hard on him.

The next morning, when the rest of the class was leaving the room, Karl hung
back. When we were the only two left in the room, he said, "Hi." It didn't
register. I laughed, and I said, "Hi, Karl. Uh, didn't you already say hi to
me today?" He said, "No, high. I want you to have high expectations."

I could have hugged him. He made my day. Make that year.

Carrie and I have semi-regular "planning meetings" (read: we work at school
till after dark, then end up at a bar for dinner). One night in a poorly
lit, smoky bar over a couple of beers, we brainstormed our next intervention
to deal with kids who were clashing in our classrooms. We decided to split
our four groups differently, considering ability, effort and behavior. This
increased the adult-child ratio in one group to 1:9.

The effect of the new groups was fascinating. Elvira and Jordan -- both
generally very shy -- became leaders, even raising their hands and
volunteering to show their work on the overhead! With a little help, Vincent
and Tevin completed geometry projects, illustrating and describing the
characteristics of eight polygons. Chong did extra credit and then helped
other students. On the first day of the new groups, Kwa, who's nothing if
not loud, impressed me when she sat next to the most quiet girl in the room,
"so I can get to know you better."

I appreciate these small successes.

May 8

During the morning staff meeting on the second Thursday in May, every staff
member received a carnation as part of Teacher Appreciation Week. That
afternoon, about 20 of us -- first-, second-and third-year teachers -- found
pink slips in our mailboxes.

. . .

It's not looking good for Minneapolis' laid-off teachers. My principal says
she's never seen it this bad. It's become standard practice for new teachers
to be laid off in their first few years -- effective the following
September -- but they typically are rehired within a few weeks, or at least
before the end of the current school year. Not likely this year.

Several factors are at work. In the slow economy, schools are taking their
knocks, along with everyone else. Add to that decreasing student enrollment;
the number of Minnesota children in public schools is declining as parents
move out of the cities, switch to private or charter schools and take
advantage of the option to bus their children to suburban schools.

I'm not mad about not having a job. I guess I feel more sad than anything.

I knew all this going into it -- the layoffs, the bureaucracy, the funding
problems, the tenure system. So, who could I blame for the mess into which I
threw myself?

May 23

Perhaps the most valuable personal item I keep in my classroom broke today.
It was a peace lily in a pot designed and painted by my partner teacher. I
student taught with her for eight weeks in her fourth-grade class, and when
my time was done, she presented me with this beautiful gift. She'd painted
on it, "Inside every great teacher is a great kid." I loved it.

Well, someone bumped it off the shelf today. It was an accident. I realize I
should know better than to leave something valuable out -- right between the
other plant with the busted pot that got knocked over and the globe with a
huge dent from being punched. I do that a lot -- blame myself. If a class
goes poorly, or the room's a mess, or we're behind schedule in our
curriculum, I try and figure out what I could have done better. I can't
change the kids; I can only change myself.

Maybe it's my literature background that makes me see symbolism in
inconsequential events. But when I heard the pot smash and saw the plant
land sideways on the floor, I couldn't help but think about the enthusiasm
and energy I used to have -- before I dove into this job.

June 11

Yesterday was the last day for students. Today was the official last day for
teachers. I feel as though I should be celebrating for -- if nothing else --
finishing the year. Not everyone can say that.

But it's been pretty stressful these past few weeks. It gets awkward
whenever a conversation crops up about next year. We've been hearing a lot
of, "Have you heard anything?" and "So what are you going to do?"

Good question.

So I'm not feeling too celebratory. Neither was the teacher who learned for
certain that she wouldn't get her job back today when her replacement showed
up to "check out the space." Timing, timing.

. . .

I alternate between wanting a job and wanting to flee. A handful of images
from this year that made me feel I wouldn't make it through the day are
still vivid.

Like the field trip near Fort Snelling when the National Guard was called
because one of my students pulled a fire alarm. Or the day one mother had to
be removed from the school when she came in to fight a student who was
bothering her child. Or the time a student put nail polish remover in a
teacher's coffee. Or the time the student kicked out the window to a
classroom door and then knocked over the overhead projector because he was
"frustrated."

Early June

My principal wants to hire me back, but she can't do anything yet. A
middle-school language arts position is available at Cityview, and I'm
qualified. But the situation is stalled until Human Resources recalls me.

Once in a while, I ask myself: How much do I want to work for a district
that makes it so hard to stay? Take, for example, the letter I received from
the district that says, "upon a recent audit of teacher licensures, we
realized that your license is expiring in June 2003." It's not. It's good
through 2004.

If this school district is doing this much to push me away in my first and
most difficult years of teaching, I may look into private schools. Or maybe
I need another new career. Ugh.

. . .

In my first two years, I went through something like 120 course hours of
training in math curriculum, as well as three grad classes to get
middle-school certification. To continue teaching math, I'm supposed to have
shown that I'm making a good-faith effort to work toward a math license.

I haven't. I had great intentions last year at this time. But once school
started, I realized that I didn't have the time or money for the classes it
would take to get a math license.

Mid-June

I've been keeping an eye on the listings for private schools in Minnesota,
and I made some calls about alternative and charter schools in Minneapolis.
I even sent my résumé and application to my old Catholic high school in
Springfield, Mass.

No bites. I'm starting to get nervous. I was laid off last year and the year
before, but both times I'd been hired back at this point.

A few months ago, I was sure I wouldn't do this, but now I'm leaning
strongly toward thinking that a homeroom job at a school with which I'm
familiar is a lot better than no job.

. . .

My friend Carrie told me a story from summer school. She said a few of the
frequent offenders from my fourth-quarter math-class-from-hell were bragging
to another teacher about all the stuff they did to Ms. Maynard -- took my
stuff, hid the overhead, etc. Apparently, they thought the teacher would be
amused.

They still don't get it.

. . .

Sometimes I wonder if the people in Minneapolis public schools' Human
Resources get it. Just in case teachers on the front lines in tough schools
don't face enough abuse and frustration from kids and parents -- they can
rely on indifference and even ineptitude in the schools' bureaucracy.

I made the error of trying to resolve the error about my allegedly expiring
license in person. As is typically the case, it seems as though the only
person who can answer my question is "in a meeting."

I was directed from Secretary 1 to Secretary 2, who roundly ignored me for
about a minute while she transcribed something. I explained my problem. She
looked up the info and told me the only thing that was expiring was my
temporary math license (which, she said, had expired in 2002; that makes my
getting the letter now even more puzzling). She affirmed that my elementary
and middle-school licenses were good for another year. I started to say that
it was unnerving to receive such a letter after I'd been laid off. When I
was in midsentence, she nodded and turned to answer the phone.

I left the building telling myself I should expect that kind of treatment by
now. My boyfriend and I joke that the department should be renamed from H.R.
to I.R.: Inhumane Resources. But that's not funny at all.

. . .

Mid-July, and Minneapolis has laid off more teachers. My saving grace could
be my middle-school license; even more elementary layoffs were expected. I
submitted an application to an alternative school, because I felt as though
I should be doing something.

I talked with Lynn Lurvey -- my good friend with whom I've taught since Day
1 in 2000 -- once or twice a week; we were in the same boat with the same
licensure. She'd put out some feelers, too, but had no bites yet.

Aug. 11

Human Resources strikes again. I got a call from my principal and a call
from another middle school today. I'm apparently at the top of the list of
teachers who are "recalled" -- for a math position.

Knowing that can't be right, I call Human Resources, which tells me what I
already know: I wouldn't be hired back in a math position because of my
license situation.

I asked if I could be removed from the math list and placed on the language
arts list where I belong. It's apparently more complicated than that. I
could be taken off the math list, but to get on the language arts list, I am
told, I may have to APPLY.

. . .

I ask myself what I'd do if the homeroom/math job at Cityview were the only
job available to me. I pause. The thought of losing my health insurance
sends chills up my spine. Then I have to remind myself of how bad I felt so
often in the past three years. I'm pretty sure I'd say no.

Aug. 18

Two weeks before the start of school, I get the word while I'm visiting my
family in Massachusetts. Voicemails from my principal offer me a part-time
support staff position at Cityview -- or a full-time language arts position.
I must have finally made it to the right list.

I took the part-time support-staff job. And I'm excited about it. Some of my
friends weren't sure if they should be happy for me, since part-time work
means part-time pay. But I am convinced that, at this point, I would regret
returning to a homeroom, whatever the pay.

My biggest disappointment is that Lynn will be teaching language arts at
another school in Minneapolis. It turns out she could have been rehired at
Cityview, where she knew the kids and the staff. But -- after waiting and
worrying all summer -- she signed a contract with another school the day
before the same position opened up at Cityview!

. . .

On Aug. 21, I went to school, feeling cautiously optimistic. My hope is that
working with fewer students will give me the chance to get to know them
better and give them more individual attention. And I hope that fewer hours
mean less stress.

Looking around the school, I saw some new faces, and I already missed some
of the faces that didn't return. Once again, as we approached Labor Day, a
few positions still had not been filled. Other positions were filled by
people who don't have exactly the right licensures. Déjà vu.

I've got to believe that there's a better way to do this.

Still, when I saw my principal for the first time, she gave me a hug, and I
told her it was good to be back. I meant it.

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Kelly Maynard joined the Star Tribune as a copy editor in 1993. Since
2000, she has been a teacher at Cityview Community School in Minneapolis,
and continues to copy edit occasionally at the Star Tribune.

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Great Moments in BLACK History, Volume I

by Dr. Cornelius Nigumbwe Professor, Dept. of Diversity / Social Studies
Harv--- University ($31k/year tuition - Premier White Guilt Institute)
(ebonics translation by Frank Shell)

October 21, 2002

1) God took a dump and created Adamontel and Eveekwa. God tried to clean it
up the next day but it was too late. Adamontel and Eveekwa were already
great-grandparents.

2) Eveekwa was paintin' her long curly paw-nails green and purple in the
watermelon patch when an evil white snake came along an' talked her into
taking a bite out of forbidden watermelon. Dis be wesponsibul fo the
unkuntrolabull criminal nature in niggers today.

3) Ayebull and Kwayne got into an ass-stompin when Kwayne dissed Ayebull's
ho Twameka cuz she be gettin wich LaPaul while Ayebull be playins baxitball
in Jigruseslum. LaPaul wud a ladies man u know wuh I mean? He's had a stable
of ho's playin' in his crib. Twameka say she gawn get dat mofo Kwayne so
she's had Lazarufus do da job fo some booty in return -- but, and I muhhhst
empuhtize here, nobody's ebber figured out esactwy who axed Kwayne upside da
head wit da chicken bone dat day. Some bruddas say it be LaPaul, others
thinx it be ApeRaham or some other mofo from da west side o sumpin o,
o ------ o it be a racist shepherd! - Ummhoom, I heards dat, I know datz
right. Yeeaah, dis black bible story ain't oder yet. Africoon-Americoon
scholars still be's studying dis issue today.

4) Many bruddas moved to da African jungles and built great cities. These
were later destroyed when Cracker showed up. Evil Cracker destroyed these
advanced black jungle cities so nobody would ever know how smart niggers
really are. Niggers had magical powers such as being able to fly likes
baxitball players in a sportshoe commercial. Cracker stole all the nigger's
mojo, of course. But he so white his lily ass dint know wut to do widdit.
This has been an ongoing trend ever since. Whitey shows up and steals the
great accomplishments of the black "race," cheating da bruddas and leabin
dems wid nuthin. Can you say "we's wants our reparmarations"?

5) Long before 1980s metal bands, sullen teenagers and devil worshipers had
discovered the fashion benefits of body piercing, niggers were disfiguring
their bodies in ways that still shock the most avid National Geographic
reader (or MTV viewer). Lips stretched to their breasts. Lips twisted in
knots. Lips wrapped around their heads in ceremonial décor. Lips pulled over
their heads for use as a handy do-rag. Some varieties of niggers habituated
from rainforest regions are capable of pulling their amazing blue-gummed
lips over their entire upper bodies all the way to the waist as a poncho.
Early homo-niggerus discovered flesh piercings while gnawing on a pointy
spare rib. You see, with the frantic, powerful swishing motions of a nigger
feeding on a rib, if the bone has a sharp point it can weave itself through
the entire expanse of the nigger's lip instantly. Whenever this happened it
was seen as a symbol of beauty. This early discovery soon led to bone
piercings through the nose and tit.

6) Cultural archeologists have found that grape soda was actually invented
by a nappy Pygmy tribe over two centuries before this delicious refreshment
was mass-produced in America. This carefully guarded African formula was
brought by moon crickets on the boat to America and passed down from one
generation to the next. Sadly however, the average nigger diet in
Sub-Saharan Africa has changed little over the centuries. Lizards and goat
urine are still the dietary staples for the coons who live on some of the
earth's most fertile soil. It has, of course, been discovered by teams of
Jewish diversity specialists that African soil is racist. It produces huge
bounties of crops for White farmers; yet when niggers kill off the Whites
and take over the farms the soil gets all uppity and don't do shit no mo.
This agrarian phenomenon can be summed up as "there goes the farm." This be
the real reason for black famines on the world's most fertile continent.
Fortunately George Bush and other ivory tower liberals regularly arrange for
copious quantities of fried chicken and grape drinks to be distributed to
their pets in sub-Saharan Africa. It makes them feel BIG when they spend
your money on their philanthropy projects.

7) Cornrows became fashionable among both sexes of niggers sometime during
the pre-limpwristed period in American history when the spooks were still on
chains. In this afro-style the pubic hair on the head of the moon cricket is
artfully woven into rows. On some ho's these knots of cranial pubic hair are
piled up and greased, bearing a striking resemblance to a dung heap.

8) The cibil wo was wun by da "great emansturbator", Abe-uh-ham Lincooooon.
Lincoooon liked da bruddas so much he started a wo aginst the plantation
masters. Halleluhhhya, we's fwee now, we's fwee. White racist historians
likes to lie abouts dis chapter in Africoon-Americoon history. Dey's
describes it sumpin' like:

Lincoln's War Against State's Rights led to one cataclysm after another. In
the end 620,000 Gentile males were slaughtered in the fratricide. Even
worse, Lincoln was assassinated by a disturbed New Yorker. The same
iron-fisted dictator who abolished the Writ of Habeas Corpus also had his
good side. After the CSA fell, Lincoln immediately began implementing Henry
Clay's plan to "colonize" the nigger beast back to Africa and remote
Caribbean islands. He also sought to rebuild the South quickly and mend the
bitterness on both sides. However, with Lincoln gone, the most radical and
corrupt elements of the Northern government unleashed niggers in an attempt
to sully and punish the South for defending itself, through the Israeli-like
"reconstruction" program. The South bravely and cleverly resisted as best it
could. How terribly this sick plan backfired is clear by the damage and
horrors that the evil apes are still inflicting on ALL Americans today.

9) A "dark" era followed the cibil wo for da circus. Yeah, weez was
zuppozedly fwee but how come's weez wuz lynched from trees mo den ebber? Dem
Yankees was even worse to us, lynching us from streetlamps in New York and
Chicago, beating us, setting us on fire downtown sometimes too. Maybeez we
needs to rethinks dis fweedumb thang.

10) A greedy white mofo invented the beachball while observing the
stupendous asses of coons around a watermelon stand on his way to Coney
Island. Jewish-trained nigger lawyers are currently planning to sue
beachball manufacturers for a percentage of the profits derived from the
coon-assed shaped ball since its market debut many decades ago.

11) In 1909 The National Association of Criminal People was created by
Marxist Jews. The token "colored person" they used on the group's board was
a mulatto named W.E.B. Dubois. This racist hate group was run entirely by
Jews, principally Noel and Arthur Spingarn, and then successor Kivie Kaplan.
The Jew-controlled media commonly mentioned the names of monkey underlings
like national secretary Roy Wilkins as a ruse to make it seem like niggers
really ran the show in this heavily communist-affiliated hate group. In 1970
the Jewish-controlled board finally allowed a nigger to become president.
Today the only non-monkey faces you will see at their special hate awards
conventions are of prominent Jews in the film industry.

12) Niggers broke onto the silver screen when Buckwheat appeared in Little
Rascals. We'll always watch these entertaining re-runs with an endearing
longing for the days of little Buckwheat. A question White liberals often
axe themselves behind closed doors is, "why can't they all be like that?"

13) THE CIBIL RITES MOVEMENT WAS BONE. Dis topic deserbs its own volume.
Basically, communist jews wrote speeches for martin luther coon (real name:
michael king) and organized rallies of unwitting spoiled rotten brats to
front a power base for the most successful large-scale, subversive assault
on a nation in history. Self-destruction in the form of drugs and
gutter-idealization was marketed to White youth as fashionably "cool" by the
"counter-culture" commie jews via their media connections. Given the
residual damage caused by this Soviet-Jew concocted/funded attack on
America's core it cannot be trenchantly said America won the cold war.
Further, more White Americans have been murdered by niggers since the "cibil
rites movement" began than were killed in Vietnam War (approximately
50,000).

14) Hillary Rodman and Bill Clinton, the draft-dodging, serial rapist, were
elected President in 1992. Can you say "ChimpHuggers"? Willy was often
serviced at his desk by a plump Jewess. On occasions when Monica wasn't
physically available Willy had her perform "phone sex." This means that the
President of the United States masturbated at his desk. Was Al watching the
door for him? Willy once referred to himself as the "first black president."
This is obviously one of the few true statements he has ever made.

15) Anti-Whiteness classes have been created by Jewish and nigger professors
in the Marxist-flavored academic establishment in the new America. Here is a
favorite syllabus:

Humans Flee Niggers. (This is not to be confused with the practice of
de-fleaing niggers which erstwhile nigger owners did every couple weeks.)
Even the proudest coonhugger will avoid negroes he doesn't know by smell. It
is known, for example, that when a human hears the loud smacking and popping
of gum coming from behind in an elevator or check-out line they know a mean
sista ho is lurking behind them. This usually causes the irrational, racist
white to discreetly maneuver into some kind of fight-or-flight posture. The
same behavioral adaptations apply to the racist fully-evolved white nemesis
when he hears rap "music" while at a stop light.

---------------

This essay is dedicated to the hundreds of thousands of innocent human
beings who have been raped and murdered by niggers in recent "civilized"
history. Want to guess how many violent crimes niggers have committed in
American cities in the time it took you to read this?






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An apology to the black race:

To the entire Black race living in America, we, the Adamic,
pink-complexioned race (better known to you as the White race) that came to
these shores from Europe, England, Scotland, Ireland, and Iceland, do hereby
apologize.

We apologize for freeing you from slavery by fighting a horrible war among
ourselves that cost the lives of almost two million of our own race. We
apologize for continuing to fight among ourselves over that very issue, even
though you've never told us you appreciate our freeing you.

We apologize for splitting to pieces our entire race the world over to take
sides with you to help you survive and become a freer race. We apologize for
forcing the rest of the world to outlaw the slavery which your ancestors had
practiced for thousands of years, even though many nations on your home
continent still practice it today.

We apologize for thinking we could civilize you when you have proven that it
is indeed an impossible feat, a feat beyond anything we could have ever
imagined.

We apologize for introducing Christianity to you and dragging you away from
the Voodoo you previously followed, although you have managed to sneak
Voodoo back into cultic Christianity and your people have accepted it, which
is proven by their animalistic whooping and hollering and stomping and
screaming instead of respectfully worshiping our God as they ought to.

We apologize for teaching you to add and subtract (what little you can),
thereby enabling you to run a household and pay your bills (what few you
will) and count your children other than on your fingers and sometimes toes
when you have so many you run out of fingers.

We apologize for providing you with medical care instead of leaving you
under the witch doctors you used before we arrived, as a result of which you
have been able to survive all sorts of diseases to multiply in massive
numbers beyond what you could have without these aides.

We apologize for building schools for you which we have had to repair over
and over after you vandalized them beyond use. We apologize for inventing
computers and the Internet, neither of which you use very much, but when you
do use them it's mostly to bash our race.

We apologize for building factories and businesses that employ you, if you
so desire to work. We apologize for creating millions of bureaucratic jobs
within our government system simply to give you employment, instead of
leaving you to find work on your own.

We apologize for promoting and buying your music, although you refuse to buy
ours. We apologize for talking and acting as you do, although you refuse to
talk and act as we do.

We apologize for placing you in our movies and TV shows and elevating you to
a fictional, heroic level that you have never reached in real life. We
apologize for creating this false image of yourselves in your minds, for we
realize after 400 years of trying to help you that you cannot solve problems
and provide leadership and create original thoughts; and the image we've
placed in your minds causes you to live in a delusional world. For that we
truly apologize.

We apologize for creating quota systems and forced employment programs to
make sure you have the best jobs, if you so desire to work. We apologize for
thinking we could educate you so that you could learn to build and help
others, when you obviously have only the ability to tear down and take from
others.

We apologize for giving you welfare and food stamps, with the result that
for four generations over half of your race has not had to work, except in
makeshift type of jobs in our governments and bureaucracies.

We apologize for promoting your children in school as if they could
understand basic arithmetic and grammar, such as multiplication and past
participles, when we should have made sure they were accustomed to manual
labor so that we would not have had to make up jobs for them in our
governments dusting seats with their butts.

We apologize for developing farms in our own lands which you have never been
able to do, and that to this day feed most of your race still living in
Africa. We apologize for coming to Africa and building farms, from which you
have now run us off of and have devastated beyond use, forcing us to
continue feeding you.

We apologize for creating the International Monetary Fund (IMF) and the
World Bank (WB) and U.S. Government Foreign Aid Programs and hundreds of
charities that funnel billions of our tax dollars and charitable donations
to nations around the world run by your race, all because your race cannot
take care of itself by itself anywhere you live.

We apologize for giving you the right to vote so you could take over all our
major cities and turn them into high-taxed, crime-ridden cesspools that no
civilized human being can live in.

We apologize for creating the term "reverend," which your leaders use to
give themselves credentials and which their actions have denigrated beyond
repair, with the result that no decent person would call himself "reverend,"
much less a Christian

We apologize for trying to come up with an AIDS vaccine to stop the epidemic
spread of AIDS in Africa, AIDS being a disease that you created and passed
on to us after having sexual intercourse with monkeys and then with one of
our idiotic race-mixers who then passed it on to the rest of the world.

We apologize for providing you with warm, custom-made garments instead of
the animal skins and leaves that you wore before we arrived. We apologize
for providing you with shoes instead of leaving you barefooted as you were
before we arrived in Africa.

We apologize for teaching you how to clean yourselves and your homes, and
how to sanitize the water you drink to keep you from getting even more
dreadful diseases than the rest of your race gets that still lives in
Africa. We apologize for teaching you to cook your foods, which keep you
from getting the hundreds of parasitic diseases that your race gets that
still lives on your home continent of Africa.

We apologize for providing you with solidly built, heated, and cooled homes
with grass yards instead of the straw huts and dirt yards you were living in
before we arrived, and in which most of your race is still living in Africa.

We apologize for inventing sports so that you can make millions of dollars
and live like kings, then kill and rape people with impunity, as O. J.
Heisman-Trophy-Winner Simpson and Mike
Heavy-Weight-Champion-of-the-World-Bite-the-ears-off-of-your-opponent Tyson
have done, as well as many others among your race.

We apologize for producing such beautiful people for you to race-mix with,
and if they won't voluntarily mix, you often casually rape them as if you
were eating a piece of fried chicken.

We apologize for building thousands of prisons around the nation to house
dangerous criminals, of which your race makes up over sixty percent even
though you're only thirteen percent of the U.S. population, and this at an
expense of billions of dollars and manpower every year.

We apologize for taking precious metals from the earth on your home
continent of Africa, metals which you neither knew were there nor how to use
them if you had known they were there, but which you love to puncture and
cover your bodies with in the most tawdry way imaginable.

We apologize for those among us who have established charitable
organizations, donated billions of dollars and hours of time, and have
devoted their entire lives to make life easier and better for your race,
although most often to no positive result.

We apologize for all the stupid White ministers whom your race has martyred
in Africa where they were trying to evangelize you to a faith that you can't
understand nor do you want to; yet when you claim to join it soon pervert it
with the Voodooistic concepts you have inherited from your forefathers.

We apologize for building highways and railroads and for inventing flying
machines that you could never have invented but which you use everyday to
move about, yet without thinking or appreciating their origins in the least.

We apologize for paying the majority of both federal and state taxes, to
maintain the governments which protect and promote you but fight against our
own people at every turn.

We apologize for some members of our race who worship the monstrosities your
genes have created, such as Jacko the Wacko and Little Fruity Richard and
Dennis Nutman Rodman and Don Electrified King and Daryl Coke-Head Strawberry
and Whitney Whacked-Out-Screaming Houston and Cassius
If-Only-I-Be-White-But-I'm-Really-Black Clay and Tiger Adamic-Hater Woods
and Whoopi Thinks-She's-White Goldberg and Oprah Interview-a-Nut
New-Age-Goof Winfrey and Ru Triple-Freak Paul and Morgan
Act-White-But-Hate-White Freeman and Sammy
Convert-To-The-Christ-haters-Religion Davis and Colin
Have-A-Black-Pet-In-The-White-House Powell, to name only a few.

We apologize for defeating the major part of the communist threat which cost
us several trillion dollars and hundreds of thousands of lives, but whose
doctrines you still wish to have implemented on the backs of our race to
further torture us and tear us down.

We apologize for spending over $2 trillion dollars on welfare and food
stamps in the last thirty-five years, funds which your race received the
majority of, although you are a small minority among us.

We apologize for introducing you to the rule of law under a republican form
of government, a government that has gone abroad to keep your own warring
nations from slaughtering other members of your race by the hundreds of
thousands as they did year in and year out before we arrived, and still do
every time we leave them alone and do not intervene.

We apologize for teaching you to read a language that contains more than a
few words and a couple of hand signs, which has allowed you to take part in
our philosophies, our culture, our art, our industry, our collegial nature,
and our freedom, even though as soon as you get around them you pervert
them.

For surely, if you could not read, how could you have learned the teachings
of Karl Marx, Mao Tse Sung, Joseph Stalin, Leon Trotsky, Nikolai Lenin,
Howard Zinn, the Damocrat Party, the Neo-cons in the Republicoward Party,
and others who hate our race, and have brainwashed you into believing our
race is evil and that you are severely oppressed?

We apologize for placing you under the form of government that our own
forefathers died to create, and for which you are helping to destroy,
instead of leaving you under the anarchy you lived under before we arrived.

For all these wrongs we've carried out against you, we apologize deeply and
unreservedly, and if you will please accept our apology, we shall happily
and immediately take back all of the above mentioned evils we have cast upon
you and return you to your home continent, if you so desire.

We would with the greatest of glee and cheer even provide you with a nice,
little stipend for traveling money, if you'd go and take your race-traitor
wives and husbands and Mulatto children with you.

We have enjoyed having you here, but because you claim we've been, and are
still being, so mean to you, we'd like to atone by helping you get back to
where you came from.

You could live in peace without our persecuting you anymore, and we could
save ourselves trillions of dollars over the next few years by shrinking our
governments and emptying our prisons. We could take hundreds of thousands of
security guards and police officers around the country off their jobs and
put them to more productive use, and we could celebrate our own culture
without offending you anymore.

Moreover, we could take the three-point shot and the forty-five second shot
clock out of basketball which would return it to a game of plays and
strategies, instead of the run and gun show our enemies have tailored
especially for you. We could place the "palming penalty" and the "walking
penalty" and the "charging penalty" back in to slow the game down to the
point that defense and brains matter.

We could place the "bump and run" rule back in football and have referees
start calling "offensive pass interference" again, to change the game to one
where something more than straight-ahead speed is what matters. The
"taunting rule" and the "roughing the quarterback rule" that we had to
implement because of you, we could do away with completely, because civility
would automatically come back into the game.

The race traitors of our race who hate their own culture and heritage could
go with you, and we won't offend them anymore either. For after a few
generations of mixing with your race they would disappear into the dark
tar-mix which your dominant design-genes make up.

What say? Do you accept our apology? Do we have a deal? Please let us know,
soon!

(dead link)
http://tinyurl.com/bfwzq

[Casa de Masa]

In article <aPydna8T1Ys14U_E...@supernews.com>,
byker@do~rag.net says...

>
> "Robert Wolfe" wrote in message news:CAuAB.147896$wI2.1...@fx41.iad...
> >
> > INDEED!
>

> Some blacks complain that ?The System? only allows a few token ?negroes? to
> succeed. If this were the case, wouldn?t ?The System? make sure that those
> who succeed are ?Stepin Fetchits,? ?Uncle Toms,? ?Coons,? etc.? But there
> are plenty of blacks succeeding who hate Whites ? people like Obama, Oprah,

> Toni Morrison, Spike Lee, rapper Azealia Banks, Samuel Jackson and others.
>

> So, just exactly how is ?The System? stopping other ?non-token negroes? from
> succeeding? Answer: It isn?t.
>
> Though the White liberal ?System? under Lyndon B. Johnson certainly helped

> devastate the black family by providing welfare programs to single women and
> discouraging them from having a man in the house, blacks cannot continue to

> blame ?The System? or Whites in general 50 years later! Racists like Rep.

> Maxine Waters, D-Calif., blamed the CIA for putting crack into the black
> community. Did the CIA waterboard blacks into taking the drugs? Does the CIA
> force blacks to kill other blacks? This is madness.
>
> Someday, when we look back at these times, we will see this as when America

> lost its mind ? and especially when so many black Americans lost their

> minds. They gave into blame and excuse making. Only a hard look in the
> mirror will bring back sanity to the black community. This is the real black

> privilege black Americans have been given and should jump at ? one more

> chance to stop blaming and get it right...
>
> http://www.5z8.info/racist-raps_d1e2gx_protocols-of-the-elders-of-zion.doc
>

YAY!

[Byker]

"Casa de Masa" wrote in message

news:MPG.343da9bd5...@us.thundernews.com...

In article <aPydna8T1Ys14U_E...@supernews.com>,
byker@do~rag.net says...
>>

>> Someday, when we look back at these times, we will see this as when
>> America lost its mind ? and especially when so many black Americans lost
>> their minds. They gave into blame and excuse making. Only a hard look in
>> the mirror will bring back sanity to the black community. This is the
>> real black privilege black Americans have been given and should jump at ?
>> one more chance to stop blaming and get it right...
>>
>> http://www.5z8.info/racist-raps_d1e2gx_protocols-of-the-elders-of-zion.doc
>
> YAY!

Negroes and violence: they go together like peanut butter and jelly.

Like mosquitoes, negroes exist for no good reason other than to annoy humans
and other mammals (Yes, mosquitoes are part of the food chain, but that, by
itself, doesn’t make them valuable, because millions of animals are part of
the food chain. Mosquitoes spread many diseases, a feature which cancels out
any good “food chain” qualities that they might have).

If you have to live near them you find out immediately how vicious they are,
it’s like knowing when you walk outside, that could be the day they kill
you.

Whites are generally kind, decent and honest, to name only a few of many
many traits. Blacks are the total opposite.

[Byker]

"Janithor" wrote in message news:or17r2$ftt$2...@news.albasani.net...

On 10/3/2017 1:28 PM, Byker wrote:
>>
>> Whites are generally kind, decent and honest,
>

> lol

Is the African glass half empty or half full? I'm a positive thinker, so I
see it as half full.

Half empty: 50% of the country's students have dropped out of school
(Zambia).
Half full: the students have more time to ponder their hunger and thirst

Half empty: 8,000 people die every 24 hours.
Half full: 8,000 people will live another 24 hours

Half empty: an African president says "My country is on the verge of
extinction."
Half full: fewer African countries to remember when playing Trivial Pursuit

Half empty: there are 11 million orphans in Southern Africa
Half full: adoption costs are virtually nil

[Casa de Masa]

In article <LMWdnZBzoYPMFk_E...@giganews.com>, root@
127.0.0.1 says...

> forward it to the local and federal authorities, then? they don't
> tend to take things lightly these days.
>

NetKKKop faggot alert.

[casa chevrolet]

On 10/2/2017 1:24 PM, Netcop wannabe Casa de Masa wrote:
>
> Get this racist scum runoff usenet, gang.
>

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

[casa chevrolet]

Why DO you persist in your racism, froggie?

[ardiente casa del amor]

Casa de Masa wrote:
> Your Friendly Neighbourhood Puppy Whistle Holder

> LO AND BEHOLD; ""Byker"
>> <byker@do~rag.net>" determined that the following was of great
>> importance and subsequently decided to freely share it with us in
>> <5r6dnUVLbbqx4E_E...@supernews.com>:
>>> "Casa de Masa"  wrote in message news:oqtsnj$fud$3...@gioia.aioe.org...
>>>
>>>> On 10/2/2017 11:21 AM, Robert Wolfe wrote:
>>>>> INDEED!
>>>> ab...@thundernews.com Get this racist scum runoff usenet, gang.
>>>
>>> Good luck. Most ISPs these days ignore the whines of thin-skinned,
>>> chip-on-the-shoulder snowflakes...
>>
>> forward it to the local and federal authorities, then?  they don't
>> tend to take things lightly these days.
>>
>

> Done.
>
>
LOL!