Now, I’m NOT stupid. I don’t talk shit out of school just to talk shit. I’ve had plenty of deals go south because of some asshole or bullshit, but that, as they say, is just the way the game is played.
Those of you who have been reading my rants for a while know it takes more than a bad day for me to go off.
That said, I call it like I see it. Yes, I’ve been wrong about some things. REALLY, really wrong on some subjects over the years, but when I am, I say so and apologize just as loud as I ranted in the first place.
But I tell the truth — although my truth may seem silly, ugly, ridiculous, or downright stupid, it is the truth. At least it is to me.
So, preamble aside, here’s today’s rant and truth.
In 2013 in the United States Of America, race still matters. If for some reason you think we as a country are over all that racial shit because we have a Black First Family, you are a fucking moron.
Racial hate groups have exploded since Obama was elected. But FUCK all that. Let’s get really, REALLY real.
I know for every statistic or example I give, someone will counter with some bullshit that makes the point that race is not a factor.
OK, Mr. Conservative Negro — get a bunch of your black friends (if you have any), and go to a bar in Howard Beach, Queens if race doesn’t matter. Or go to ANY country western bar ANY-FUCKING-WHERE.
Ok, Mr. Liberal white boy — get a bunch of your white friends and go to a bar in Compton Los Angeles. Or go to ANY black nightclub ANY-FUCKING-WHERE.
If race doesn’t matter, Negro, try picking up a Korean girl at a Korean hangout. If race doesn’t matter, white boy, try picking up a Latino girl at a Latino spot.
Race matters in the real world, period.
I, and I believe most of my friends, are colorblind. That’s colorblind, not blind.
I don’t see color until I have to, and that is only when I’m treated in such a manner that I have to acknowledge it. I don’t have white friends; I don’t have black, Latino, Asian or Jewish friends.
I just have friends.
I have a driver’s license, I have a passport, I have all sorts of ways to prove who the fuck I am. But still, every so often, like a few weeks ago at the Luxor Hotel in Las Vegas, my identification is questioned.
I checked in using a Platinum American Express card. The man at the desk asked me for ID, I gave him my drivers license. He asked for another form of ID, and I told him to call American Express if he had a fucking issue with a Nigger having a Platinum American Express card.
YEAH — I went RIGHT THERE, because I could. I went right there because he asked NO ONE before me for ANY ID. I went there because the drivers license I gave him had my photo and name CLEAR AS FUCKING DAY, just as my NAME and PHOTO on my Amex card was CLEAR AS FUCKING DAY.
What the fuck did he think I did? FIND an AMEX card and drivers license that just so happened to have my name and photo on it?
Did I just ROB someone who looked just like me and happened to share my name?
Like I said, RACE MATTERS. Yes — I went LOUD on that motherfucker, and he’s lucky I didn’t get louder.
Because I could.
He doubted me for no other reason than I was black. Period, end of fucking story.
The Supreme Court, led by that house nigger Clarence Thomas, put a dagger in the heart of the Voting Rights Act earlier this week. Hours later, HOURS — not days, not weeks, not months, HOURS — later a slew of southern states moved to enact ID laws that will make it extremely hard for poor people of color to vote.
Do NOT give me any bullshit about voter fraud. There IS no fucking voter fraud. These laws are being set up to keep poor black and brown people from voting.
I love my country.
No joke coming, I love my country.
Ever since the Supreme Court handed down that decision, I’ve been physically ill thinking about the thousands of people both black and white who fought, and even died, for “one man, one vote.”
I love my country, but it’s times like this that make me sick.