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Democrats plantation still not working but they love what they hear.
THE POVERTY PIMPS' POEM
Let us celebrate the poor,
Let us hawk them door to door.
There's a market for their pain,
Votes and glory and money to gain.
Let us celebrate the poor.
Their ills, their sins, their faulty diction
Flavor our songs and spice our fiction.
Their hopes and struggles and agonies
Get us grants and consulting fees.
Celebrate thugs and clowns,
Give their ignorance all renown.
Celebrate what holds them down,
In our academic gowns.
Let us celebrate the poor.
It has always amazed me that guilt ridden white leftists have taken it upon themselves to decide that there is only one ‘valid’ black world view, what that world view is, and who is the spokesman for it. Yet the racism implicit in the belief that blacks require quotas, racial preferences, and big government intervention to succeed escapes them.