Nappy Headed Hos

Come on people! Since when is being nappy headed exclusive to any one race? My best friend growing up had the nappiest head of hair you have ever seen and he was is Lilly white. Well, he had freckles. I see nappy heads of every race and color. My kids uncle is nappy headed, he’s Spanish. The way I see it if you take offense to being called nappy headed then maybe you need a new wig, and the problem is yours. Not the person’s that’s saying it. At least that is what I am told when I react negatively to a remark about something close to me.

When I heard that comment from Imus, my first thought about those girls was “tough” and “aggressive” not black. or anything even related to race. I venture to say that most others felt the same way. But like sharks on a feeding frenzy everyone wanted to jump in the pool of political correctiveness. Even though it has no substantial merit either ethically, or literally, people could not wait to slob their gums all over that pencil. I am amazed how little, people have come to think for themselves. Look at all the derogatory comments that Imus makes at the Catholics, no one says a word. The Pope has got to be blessing Imus. How else could he still be alive. No one talks about the outright rude white references that are made by brown, yellow, red and black comedians. But there was time when people like Don Rickles made us all out to be human, by his jokes. And that is really what this boils down to. We’re all human. We all have our funny ways contingent upon culture, standards and values, and it’s obvious. It is just plain stupidity to stick your head in the sand and pretend we don’t have differences. Get real please. We all have our unique ways and that is thankfully what makes us different.

I’m grateful for the differences, personally. But that does not mean I have to like rap music or ballet any more than I like raw fish or sweet pickles. One good thing about the fish is that I don’t have to eat when I don’t want to, unlike some music I have to listen to when I had rather not. Thanks to the rude folks that prefer to keep it loud and drive it into my space. I think that’s the point it’s not the race, it’s the individual. It’s each person on their own merit. Either they are a social retard or they are not. And I will judge them as individuals as I always have.

I hate this race thing. Yeah we are different races but you know what, the only time it comes into play is when someone mentions race. Otherwise it’s a moot point. Nappy headed is just that, nappy headed. As is bald headed. As is curley headed. Nappy headed does not mean, and is not now nor ever has been, a synonym for the African race any more than it is for Irish or Jew or Mexican or French or Spanish for that matter or any one else that has nappy hair.

You don’t see people get this upset when remarks are being made about blonds. Most blonds are whites. Of course since their blond they really don’t catch on to what we’re talking about. So it don’t really matter. If you can’t get over what you were born as, and be thankful for and celebrate this precious, rare and special gift of life you have been given, then maybe you need to go back to momma’s titty, because evidently you aren’t mature enough to be in the real world.

You know, I’m a damn good looking guy, but I have a bit of a bald spot. I don’t holler fowl when the guy behind me puts on his sunglasses while we’re waiting in line. I don’t get upset when someone makes a remark that I should sell ski lift tickets to the top of my nose. I don’t get upset because my friend tells me I have the shoulders and Adams apple of Ichabod Crane. I deal with what I’ve been given. I don’t get any special benefits and I havemore color in my skin than nine tenths ofthe people reading this article. I could use a benny here and there. But I don’t make big deal of it. And yeah I get my feelings hurt, usually whenever someone else’s feelings get hurt. But that’s just me.

I heard Imus say that some black preacher said that most blacks feel that all whites somewhere down deep hate them. Well wake the hell up! All races feel that way. For that matter all men feel that way about women and visa versa. Kids feel that way about adults and visa versa. I know my teachers hated my guts and the feeling was damn mutual. Your feeding the racism. By you I mean people like Sharpton and the ones that follow his lead. Just stop it. Life’s not fair for anyone. And every time you buy anything you hurt someone somewhere else. Even a chocolate candy bar creates a slave demand for children on the Ivory Coast. Think about that, you eat a piece of chocolate and a kid gets to work his or her ass off for no pay for a few hours.

Until we drop our differences and decide to come together to make this planet worth living in for everyone nothings changing. Put your money where your mouth is and promote unity. Quit exploiting the differences of humanity. Those differences are valueable too.

Judge each person by their own merit and not look at anything racial and the truth of that person will win out. It’s a fact of life. But if you keep scratching at the racial pimple, when it burst, it will be your hands that have the puss and blood on them.

This thing with Don Imus has gone too far. Don Imus pisses everybody off. He is what he is and people like him or they would not watch him nor would they listen to him. And a whole load of people do both. Imus and his crew take shots at all of us. We all catch a bullet by them from time to time. But only people that are guilty or have a complex are offended to the point that they make this a big deal. Sounds like an inferiority complex if you ask me. Oh yeah, they come in all races too.

Quit bringing the race issue up and soon there will be no race division or issue. You keep that division there simply by bringing it up. Instead bring up the way the elected leaders are ripping us off and stealing our chances for a quality life. Fight for things that will make for difference for everyone. Not just your faction.

Wolfman Jack made a record some time ago called “I ain’t never seen white man”.

Ask a child what’s white he’s gonna tell you snow.
Ask a child what’s black, he’s gonna tell you coal.
Ask a child what’s red, he’s gonna tell you fire.
Ask a child what’s yellow, he’s gonna tell you the sun.

I ain’t never seen white man.
I ain’t never seen black man.
I ain’t never seen red man.
I ain’t never seen yellow man.

Only man I ever saw looks just like you and me.

I ain’t never met a man as pure as the driven snow.
I ain’t never known a man as hard as West Virginia coal.
I ain’t never seen a man as warm as a winter fire.
And there ain’t never been a man as bright as a the golden sun.

I ain’t never seen white man.
I ain’t never seen black man.
I ain’t never seen red man.
I ain’t never seen yellow man.

Only man I ever saw looks just like you and me.

Every man that looses his skin shows his snow white bones.
Every man that goes to ash accepts the coal black fate.
Every man that lies dead in the blood, shows his fire red blood.
Every man every once in a while, turns and runs yellow and scared. ( Kind of like Imus is now.)

Every man is a white man.
Every man is a black man.
Every man is a red man.
Every man is a yellow man.

Every man I ever saw looks just like you and me.

Catch you on the flip flop nizzle.

April 11, 2007 · Filed Under Human Interest, Humor, Politics

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