Happy Fifth of July

Well, I am up and about early this morning. Woke up a couple of hours before the alarm clock had an opportunity to buzz and blare, so I figured I would get my ass up from the bed that has a permanent impression of my body on my side of it. Took my medications and decided to hop on here for a spell and am glad to be here. Here in Florida, U.S.A.

Here, where last night the locals lost their collective minds with the explosions of fire works, fire crackers, and their drunken displays of patriotism. All by locals who consist mostly of Latin's, a few Black people, plenty Caribbean Folk, Mixed Breeds like me, and what few whites are living amongst us. I have never been able to afford the decision on why it is Native Americans, Latin's and the rest of us even celebrate the Independence Day of a people who slaughtered en mass a peoples of this continent and a peoples of Africa. It was and is the White Master's of genocide's that took place here in America, that don't recognize that the genocides still rock this country to this every damned day. Isn't it nice how White Americans want to sweep shit under century's old carpet as if slavery never happened. Or as if the wanton slaughter of our aboriginal peoples never took place. I listen and hear how White Americans love to say and repeat to themselves, "Oh things have changed here in America." Well, White America need only open their eyes and ears to see and hear what continues to occur every day in the United States of America.

Oh, the games white people play. I have hated them always. Seriously. One especially hideous game is making examples out of people in public for having uttered racial slurs. Yeah, I see how much this country has changed. Here where it is this country punishes those by choice. Not by deed. To ruin a person's life over an utterance goes against the grain, and to destroy a persons livelihood over words is taking away the right of freedom of speech.

White America needs to wake up real quick like. This is 2013, not nineteen sixty or seventy any-year. White America, surly will smell and eat the rotten fruits of its sowing. Time.

Something that bugs me to deaf is that most Americans don't have the slightest clue that this country did not gain its Independence on that fourth day of July back in 1776. It was simply a declaration of independence, not independence, and then, to be righteous, the declaration itself was incomplete for a mighty long time. The war raged on for many, many more years.

Oh yes, it was on the fourth of July 1876, when Eastern White Americans learned of Custer's demise, which in turn opened hunting season on all Indians and their allies. The consequences of which go on to this very day. Have you visited a Reservation lately? A barrio? Changes? Here?

Please.