There’s Nothing Wrong With Being Rich
I participated in one of those Blog Talk Radio Shows recently hosted by DivasToo. The series is named, “The Revolution Will Not Be Televised”. I thought the lady was a fine-looking woman, she kinda flirted a little bit too. You know, a businessy type of flirt, meant to trick men into being customers if they are hoping to get a piece of the action at some point.
Damn right! 🙂 I played along, didn’t think twice about. After a few conversational standoffs (you know the game) I stopped keeping up with the chic.
A few days later I get a (auto-generated) email about the show being on, I decided to check it out. I didn’t really start paying attention to the show till one of the guests said something about “tea-baggers”. I thought hmm, this may be my chance to attack socialism, from inside the black community, deep.
The topic of that particular show was how to stay technologically connected in the event that some New World Order type of sh*t dawned on us, with, the speculated control grid, wrath, and intensity of force.
(during the transition into politics)
At some point during the transition into politics the term teabagger was thrown in. I needed to go ahead and attempt to foster into life the concept of owning what you work for. Even if you didn’t work for it, if the gains are not ill-gotten, and you own them, and they are yours, why does anyone else deserve a piece of your pie?
Should I be forced to support a have-not when their personal situation has nothing to do with me?
I am not saying don’t help people out, or not to donate to worthy causes, or lend a helping hand, what I am saying is that the Federal Government, headed by Obama or whomever, does NOT have the authority to disburse my money as they see fit. I don’t give a damn what broke ass segment of which ever Republicrats voting block doesn’t like it. They need to stay the hell out of my way and let me be free. I do intend to be rich you know, and if not, I don’t want to be sucking off of anyone, no matter how much they may have, that I don’t.
So I said I am a tea-party member, which I am not, just wanted to see how he would respond, he couldn’t. This means he didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. He was on some old negro spiritual type of shit like as if I am supposed to be mad at some white man today, for what his great, great, great, great, great, grandfather did to mine years before I was even swimming sperm. What Bullshit!
The guess went on to insult me, and then the coward changed the subject, and I was not let back on the air.
Niggas and fleas, as we used to say in the hood, niggas and fleas. I will be back on the show kicking their asses during the next episode. Gives me some time to do some show prep, to raid their show.
Don’t get me wrong, I am pro-black, but I am pro-America too and those two concepts must never interfere. After all, we all live here together. Whats mine is mine and whats yours is yours. Unless you are married.