peace and hotep,

anglo piece,

why must we feel like that
why must we chase we chase the cat
(especially those 'white'pussy cats)
i guess it is just the dog in us.

they say of war that to the victor goes the spoils of war. raping and pillaging are the acts of war. as you know, there is a war going on and first the victor rapes and pillage. then after the natives have been subdued, the victor offers the remnants of men(the unmanned aspiring to be mannish dogs)his sloppy seconds from the female cats who remain in exchange for loyalty to its new masters. the dog is given one rule: never bite the hand of your master. never offend your master.

the master says,"i know that you like a little pussycat and it is a good thing that you continue breeding those little mongrel catdog things withe that dirty non'white'pussy. they will become excellant workers like you, dog. you can have that cause i done had that but since i am really "gay" i can't handle that. it takes a real dog to handle that dirty pussycat. what's so 'sloppy' about 'seconds' if it was yours in the first place. i let you have that pussycat, remember that and remember this: that 'white'pussy up there on that pedestal on my porch. you see it there. that clean pussycat up yonder between my pictures of "god" and jesus. now that there pussycat i reserving for myself. it will serve for those times i find myself entertaining company or when get one of those uncommon urges to become "straight" like when i think about how mister happy would be if he could handle that nappy dugout cat that i tossed to you. but even if i toss that 'white'pussycat out don't you dare touch it. i will spay her and neuter you (even more). you know i like you, dog and if you don't act mannish around me, everything will be copacetic for me. i can admire a 'tricky' dick nixon but there is nothing sadder than a 'broke' dick nixon, dog. "

dog never talked much. it was mostly a thinker. it spent most of its time thinking about the intricacies of the cosmos like 'who put this thing together. me, thats who', 'where in the hell are my bones at', 'i can p there', 'this shade tree is cooler than lying under that old car','you dogs better keep steppin', 'i am top dog', 'all of these pussies are mine', 'no, i am not you daddy', 'one day i am going to get the 'white'pussycat', 'this yard looks like crap', 'oh, that is crap'...........

the dirty pussycats grew accustomed to nearly all of the ways of the dog. if they did not like it dog would just leave withe bones and all. dog would think, 'funk them they ain't crap, one day i am getting 'white'pussycats and i will show them what it means to be loved. but enduringly, the non'white'pussies never knowing what love was believe that they loved the dog.

'he is finer than our gay master', they would sing, 'but he could never look like jesus,.... yes lord'. over time they enjoyed being chase, peed on, and the mother of the dogs mongrel and bastard offspring who grew up to become the splitting images of their disfunctional progenitors.

what happened to make the master lose interest in his 'white' bitches we will never know for certain. some speculated that they bothe came out of the closet, other said that only he did, some said that she became to de-manning, others said that she could not shake an addiction to me so horny tunes and that she just jumped off of her pedestal between god and jesus and began a life of chasing stray dogs and free lap dances withe her skinny........but... nothing could best serve a dog's hearts discontent than more sloppy seconds from his masters table.

'free at last, free at last. 'white' pussycat is free at last. i am going to lose my mind up in here, up in here.. ',dog thought, 'and white heaven must be missing an anglo. i have waited all of my life for some cuddly pussycat. a pussycat who will love me for me:

Just to be close to you girl
Just for a moment, well just for an hour
Just to be close to you girl
Oh well ah baby aw

You know I've been thru so many changes in my life girl
Aw I've been up real high where I thought I didn't need anybody
Aw and then again I've been down real low where
There was no one in my life who needed me
Aw and I found that material things I thought had so much value
Aw girl didn't really have any value at all

There was a lonely man
A man with no direction, with no purpose
With no one to love and no one to love me for, for me
Aw girl then you, then you came into my life
You made my jagged edges smooth
You made my direction so clear and you aw woman
You became my purpose my reason for livin' girl

You see you're my heart, you're soul
You're my stone inspiration
Baby oh that's why I'm standin' here singin'
And opening my arms to you
I wanna say child why don't you
Take my hand and we'll live in love forever
Yeah take my hand ooh, we'll be alone you and me yeah-------the mannish dogs

the non'white'pussycats could only think, "SELL OUT.

we will assessed our lives and managed to pull ourselves together, stop raising mannish boys and cuddly pussycats. start raising what it would take to destroy our victors house and reclaim our positive ancestral attributes by ridding ourselves of broke 'dick' nixon dogs.

because it is best if mannish dogs chase its master's pussycat. just leave our pussies alone.

enough of want-to-be man dogs.
we can make man in our own image rather than the masters image."

withe the aid of strong dogs and cats, the nation was on the rise once more withe the exception of a few mannish dogs and cuddly cats who persisted in their own trivial pursuits of carnal pleasure. most ended up withe assault, drug, theft, rape, and even murder charges/convictions. some times after biting the hand the hand they would run to us for forgiveness and reconciliation. other times you might catch one breaking in in order to comfort that 'white'pussycat that they are still clutching onto like a wino clutches its bottle.

the same violence that 'white' males exhibit in the world, that same violence fills their homes. a remedy for his domestic victims(family) is not clinging to and pulling back the non'white' victims of your collective 'white' supremacy(racism). 'white' families who are fed up withe their violence should work amongst yourselves to destroy 'white'ness.

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