Thursday, July 4, 2013

Happy 4th of July

So this blog is about fuckholes, civil rights, courage, mental illness, and loss.

I made my bitch mad the other day.  She didn't express it because she is ridiculously well behaved,  but I know my bitch and she was annoyed.

How?  Excessive use of the word Nigger/Nigga.

It's a word I grew up using.  It's in my lexicon. I use it almost daily.  I'm a black male.  The word tends to pop up.

Can't be halped.

I know its hypocritical of me to use it seeing as just a few weeks ago I was almost put into prison due to some psycho who kept calling me a Nigger in public.  I got fed up becuase he repeated it to me and I tuned him up pretty good.  There was a hospital visit involved.

His face and my knuckles both needed patching up.

I also think its funny that she loves it when I call her my personal filthy fuckhole during sexytime.
Yet hearing Nigga somehow crosses the line.  It's ok.  Everyone has their limit as to what they can deal with. 

Her sucking my cock in full view of my friends?  Not a big deal.

Her hearing me say "What's up my nigga?!"  Houston we have a problem.

So in honor of her squeamishness at the word I am going to refrain as much as humanly possible from saying Nigger/Nigga.  I'm sure it wont be hard.

I'm no Paula Deen.

I am also going to speak on whom I think is one the greatest civil rights fighters you have probably never heard about.

Enter William Lewis Moore.

He is white.  Not that it matters but I mentioned courage earlier and the fact he is white and did what he did screams courage.


He was a hero to the civil rights movement but in a tragic sense.  Along with Emmit Till, Medger Evars. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and ultimately President Kennedy. Moore's efforts are only recognized posthumously.

Mr. Moore was a mail man and his job was delivering letters.

There was one letter he wanted to deliver.  One of protest of segregation to the Governor of Mississippi.

So in protest of segregation he decided to walk to the Governors mansion from his home town of Chattanooga, Tennessee.

Along the way he was interviewed by a local radio DJ who implored Moore to stop his walk due to the almost certainy that he was to be murdered by supremacists along his journey.  He refused.  He wanted to make an impact,  God bless his soul.


He was murdered execution style a mile or so down the road after being warned of his more than likely death.

William Lewis Moore was a patriot.  He was a borderline schizoprenic. He was a hero.  He should be recognized and missed.

I know he is a small drop of water in a large pool of great people who acted against oppression but until now,  have you heard of him?

If you have im sure you understand where I am coming from.

If you have not and are an American, you just read the story of an American patriot.

Happy 4th of July.