Like Moslems the world over.
Celery?
With peanut butter! You’d never think that would be so great.
I think a lot of younger kids don’t know of it as much.
“history skips a generation when people are reproducing so young”
oh, sorry, I thought the problem with millenials was that they aren’t reproducing young enough.
What chuu’ tawkin’ bout’ Willis?
Who be SID?
Some Idiot Drinking?
State Issued Deferment?
Several Infants Dancing?
Seven Italian Dumbasses?
Small Interior Doors?
why do you assume so much?
So many other things can happen to the child or the mom or anyone else involved.
why speak such fear and bad things onto a child?
We are dealing with a culture that absolutely refuses to be even the smallest fraction of introspective, to take responsibility for what they do. It is far easier to blame innocuous white privilege, to exploit white guilt, to perpetuate the victimhood.
It is taught as soon as they are able to speak. They are taught as toddlers to immediately fear police as their parents use the police as the boogie man. “Police gonna get you” is a common refrain.
It’s too far gone. Their will not be some miraculous epiphany, some era of enlightenment where they will realize that much of their ills are self imposed, that adopting values that made whites successful is not being white, its being successful.
Race war, not a civil war.
I wonder how office relationships will be Monday between black and white.
Driven by the black grievance industry. Equality isn’t enough.
Ask white America why they wouldn’t move into a black neighborhood.
Equality is not enough. Lopsided employeeship in Government is not enough. Generous handouts is not enough.
Black Lies Matter! Very dangerous.
Maybe he’ll just hate Hispanics
“In the ghetto”
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And his mama cries
Cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, he steals a car,
He tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers ‘round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)
And his mama cries