Tragic Era II ad infinitum

Tragic Era II ad infinitum

The President said pray; let us pray;

Dear Lord, I’m asking You to kill the first-born of all insurance agents, CEOs, and their staffs, world wide. Fill their houses with frogs, and flies. Cover their wives’ private parts with boils and smite the silly thighs of their major stockholders. Keep the pressure on these filthy rich companies, Lord, until they pay-up.

“If it once became general, wealth would confer

no distinction.”

“The problem was how to keep the wheels of

industry turning without increasing the real

wealth of the world.”

{If wealth became general society would be

intolerably unstable}

“For if leisure and security were enjoyed by all

alike, the great mass of human beings who are

normally stupefied by poverty would become

literate and would learn to think for themselves;

and when once they had done this, they would

sooner or later realize that the privileged minority

had no function, and they would sweep it away.”

Orwell 84

Radical Republicans, imported preachers, nigger Insurgents, occupation, reconstruction, promises of federal land grants, and for the black women, hoop-skirts, and camp-follower jobs – There is truly nothing new under the sun, especially around the House of the Rising Sun.

Bush, after his obsequious, ‘The Good Whitey’ speech, called for a day of ‘Prayer and Remembrance.’ Yes, we gonna pray and we had better remember what we have seen from New Orleans, because the barbarous outrages upon morality and common sense, the palpable facts that we have seen are being redacted, readjusted, revised, from the original version, into a palimpsest scraped clean, and reinscribed to match the poisonous propaganda that they insist we, now, believe.

The ‘memory hole’ is working well! We will, no doubt, soon forget that we saw a brief picture of our present and future cities; an image of black boots stamping on White faces, forever.

I say thar Andy, dem looters and shooters, if they’s just a handful of’um, then why is de guver’ment sending forty thousand troops to gets’um?

A ‘handful’ has become a standard measurement with the Bush gang, unfortunately, we are never told whose hand; God’s hand, the hand of the Helios, the Colossus of Rhodes, the Jolly Green Giant, whose hand?

It hard to tell thar, Amos, maybe they means both hands? All I know is dat they’s treating dem niggers like they was Palestinians.

“Sapphire,” I call my wife Sapphire at times like this, “come here quick!” The TV said it, “These poor people are starving! They have been there all day without food or water! That’s why they are looting those stores!” “Come look at this,” I screamed, “these people are so hungry that they are stealing and eating tennis shoes, blue jeans, and television sets, even!” “Look at that nigger with a cart full of whiskey and beer. Poor man, no water.”

Dear hearts, I know the feeling. There have been times when I’ve run-out of cigarettes, run-out of Scotch, run-out of Metamucil, the septic tank stopped-up, the weather so damn hot that the air conditioner couldn’t keep up, sometimes no electricity, and no help in sight. By God I felt it; that animal urge to loot, shoot, rape and who could blame me?

It wasn’t so bad when Alabama had a White majority but since I have become a minority, in my own State, the urge is more intense and frequent. Don’t ever again let me feel disappointed, frustrated, or left behind.

I am now a minority, and not just a minority, but I am a minority within a minority. I am not just a Southern White; I am the South! And as a minority I can not be held responsible for what I say or for anything.

In my new role as a minority, I can say nigger or wetback, with impunity. It has been said for years that minorities could not be racists. We got to protect our minorities, Senator Kennedy. Since the wetbacks and niggers out-number me, by damn, I want my minority rights and I want them, now!

Also, as a minority I don’t have to explain anything, but I will.

Again, there are People of Color and there are niggers; that is the way it is today and has always been. And I know the difference. I’ve always known the difference. Decent People of Color know the difference, too.

Unfortunately, most of you people are the same as your northern ancestors. You love the race but hate the individual, where the South has always hated the race but loved the individual. Your politicians, like our new-south-boys, love the Negro – at a distance. Your sympathies for the black race have always been too lofty to descend to persons.

In a word, I am honest and you are ugly, little, scabrous hypocrites! (Attention George Bush, his mammy, Jeff Sessions, Bob Riley, and all you duplicitous groundlings)

Day of Prayer

Bow yo heads, Saints, let us pray. Lord, protect the good and decent People of Color. Keep them safe, Lord, from TV preachers, drug dealers, and politicians.

Lord, I believe that fully two percent of the people we saw at the Superdome, and at the Convention Center, were decent People of Color. They deserve to be judged on the strength of their character and not the color of their skin.

Some of them had washing machines and TVs, even, but they lost them. Bush gave them two thousand dollars. Keep them safe, Lord, wherever they go. Be their shield against greedy, jealous niggers, and job-stealing wet-backs. Amen!

Money – rewarding bad conduct

We will once again throw money at a situation that has continued for one hundred and forty years, unabated, a despicable state of affairs that has destroyed Southern Civilization and threatens all of western civilization.

“…they lived in idleness and squalor, huddled

together in shacks, and collecting in gangs at

at street corners and crossroads. …subsisting

on Government rations, contracting diseases,

and incurring fearful risks to their morals and

habits of industry.”

The Tragic Era, pg. 49

Family Values

You saw an endless parade of nigger women, dragging three, four, five children around with them, while they screamed “mother ...er” at the camera, and looted stores of non-eatables. The stealing began went the first winds started blowing down Bourbon Street.

The TV called them “families.” Thousands of women, with asses two axe-handles broad, with children and no husbands; no fathers, and they called them “families?” You can bet the farm that the studs who made these unfortunate babies were somewhere in the crowd. Does Louisiana have a dead-beat-dad program?

“Freedom – It meant idleness and gathering in

noisy groups in the streets…living like rats.

Freedom meant throwing aside all marital

obligations, deserting wives and taking new

ones, and in an indulgence in sexual promiscuity

that soon took its toll in the victims of

consumption and venereal disease. They were

in no mood to discuss work.” (ibid.)

The answer is not to be found by playing the ‘reconstruction’ game, again. If you believe in “family values” take these innocent children, place them in the homes of intelligent, caring, People of Color, and pay them, pay them well. At long last, break this vicious, ugly cycle of ignorance and depravation. Tie lots of tubes and buy lots of ovaries.

If you care, really care, do something different, not the same thing we have been doing for a century and a half.

To be continued –

James Floyd

Read: Tragic Era, Claude Bowers

See: ‘The Good Darky’ a bronze figure of an old Negro – hat in hand, smiling, with shoulders bent – now housed at the Rural Life Museum.

Bishop James Floyd

An act of God? Defending God;

Luke 13; 1 There were present at that season some that told Him of the New Orleanians who were flooded. And Jesus answering them said, Suppose ye they were sinners above all sinners because they suffered such things?

13: 3 I TELL YOU, NAY!

13: 4 Or those flooded and blown-away along the coast, think ye they were sinners above all?

13: 5 I TELL YOU, NAY!

And to you ‘Prosperity preachers,’ Bishop Floyd says, give these people their damn money back; every penny. “A dollar a day keeps the devil away,” indeed.

“From your pockets to my hands, to these poor people,” really?

Stay tuned, folks.