It all started when my workmates returned from a LGBT* (Lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender)*  meeting and reported that there’d been a huge discussion about whether or not blacks could or should refer to themselves as Niggers. The point was taken, and seemingly accepted, that in today’s sensibilities blacks are empowered when they use this word.  The thinking went like this: Blacks gain ownership of the term, nigger, when they use it themselves, and speaking the word daily along with the word’s prolific usage in songs deflates the discriminatory nature of the word.


We’re all one happy name-calling family.

So, today the worst word lardass peckerwood, hick hillbillies and other honky’s could think to call a burrhead, boogie coon jigaboo(–nigger–)is used so often that it’s almost like saying, hello. It’s almost proper English-that’s the prevalent opinion in some circles. Nice. Thing is, and I merely speculate, this idea could be the result of some over thinking by four eyed book worms, and most of them curry muncher Paki’s no doubt.

Idea man wants to know…..

Why didn't the term, Mosshead, take hold?

Why didn’t the term, Mosshead, take hold?

Okay, so blacks can sing about niggers all they want since it makes them feel good. Thing is, I was wondering why spics, super wop guineas and tocohead wet backs hadn’t felt and thought the same about using the slang terms for their individual ethnicity? Limey! With how over achieving most nip faced Japs are, you’d think this bunch of slant eyes would have marketed the idea ions ago!

Here’s my bottom line: I think this whole idea that Blacks, African Americans or even  buffie buck bluegums should use this word has a super-sized fat wong choong chink in its armor. In fact, this whole movement, the sure, go ahead and call yourself derogatory names thing, may be the result of a stratagem of bovine, whalelike, roly-poly, butterball, pudgy proportion! I mean, is there a quicker way to erode a person’s sense of self worth than having them refer to their nig-nog golliwog selves in the worst of possible derogatory terms on a daily basis? Maybe only supplying people with super sized kraut-made Jim Crow whips so they might slash themselves would be more expedient, not sure.

In the basement of my thinking, as I meandered through the peat mire along with other Micks, Charlie’s and Lebo Brownies, and then pushed aside my skank garden hoes, I came to a realization. Who will explain to that beautifully faced, bright-eyed four year old black girl or boy(and every other child) that being called disgusting names is really okay? There’s a nineteen eighty-fourish laugher for ya.

What word do we use....

What word do we use….

Have a great day, even you Russkie, commie dauchebags. Sure, a rose by any name would smell as sweet but somehow this abhorrent word usage slop brain-ticks are dishing society nowadays leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. The idea that this trashy n-word is good for anyone to use belongs in the garbage.

That’s it for now from this white boy who can’t juke enough to cut a rug. Doo-whop, splat.


* should we add, SSCFL to this- Straight;Slightly Curved and Flat-lined?

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