The Creepiest Abandoned Places

I have always been made uncomfortable by the sight of abandoned places. They are sad, eerie, and so forlorn in appearance that I often think about one for days if I drive past one or see a photo on the ‘Net of an abandoned place. Not too far from where I live is an abandoned church and every time I drive by, I think of how it must look inside, what with the gang graffiti on the exterior, the broken windows, the total disrespect of a building that once was held in high regard.

There was once a house on a road that was reputed to be haunted, apparently because of a murder that had happened there in the early to mid 70s (it has since been torn or burned down). Local legend held that if you drove pas this house around twilight and after, your car would stall at the bridge just round the bend, and if you looked toward a nearby tree, you’d see the silhouette of a hanging body. I found out later that most people had confused the 1929 tragedy of the Lawson family of Stokes County with the murder of Vernice Alford in 1992 (more on both stories in a future post).

While the first 3 photos are of abandoned places here in North Caroline, the rest are from around the world. Where I could determine where the photo was taken, I have included that information as well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Arizona Air Force Base

 

Eastern State Penitentiary

 

City Hall subway stop, NYC

Pripyat, Ukraine

Cyprus

Hashima Island, Japan

Miranda Castle, Belgium

Gold exchange bank

Opera theater, New Orleans

Woodward Presbyterian, Detroit
Church with ‘congregation’, Czech Republic

Sea supervisory houses, England

Somewhere in Asia
Moscow subway

Abandoned church in Germany
Temple of Santiago

Feminine Men

This has nothing to do with sexuality and everything to do with masculinity. Today’s men are more little boys than adults. They don’t know how to do anything, particularly so in regards to millennials, and this is truly a pathetic state of affairs. According to the Telegraph (UK):

study published last month confirms just how useless many modern men have become. Only one in five young men would feel confident tackling a dripping tap. Two thirds of millennial males don’t know how to change the oil in their car. And just three in ten men are comfortable with the assembly of flat pack furniture.

Men and women are different biologically. Science confirms this. That is the way we are born, the LGBT nation notwithstanding. We were meant to be different. How many men do you know who can bear children? None. You can have all the ‘sex changes’ you want, it still doesn’t change the fact that you were born a man. And a man you will die, because you will never carry a baby to term. Only women can do that. Men want to wear makeup and dress in women’s clothes and that’s truly awful but it doesn’t tell us why heterosexual males are emasculated these days.

Feminism cannot be blamed. Not wholly. It might be part of the reason men these days are such wimps but it’s not the total reason. I believe that a lot of it has to do with the way society has evolved over the centuries. Thousands of years ago, men had their role as the hunter-gatherer and protector. Women had theirs as the bearer of children and caretaker of hearth and home. Men were defenders. Women may have protected their children, but men protected both their women and children. Even up till the 20th Century, men had responsibility. They were farmers, they were hunters, they were manual laborers. Even those who were doctors, attorneys, and congressmen were far more manly than most men of today.

Modern men are too soft. They whine about their jobs, they complain about bills, they moan about this person not liking them, bitch about that person making life difficult for them. They gossip, they laze about the house while women take care of them, they’d rather do laundry, cook, and clean, than go out in the woods tracking deer, or fishing with the guys, or change the oil in their cars. Most men these days can’t even change a flat tire. They pay the techs at Walmart and Jiffy Lube to do to their cars what their own grandfathers and possibly even their fathers used to do to theirs.

My grandfather used to hunt and sometimes fish. My older cousin loved to fish. I remember when my grandfather and his pals – probably even one of his cousins – went rabbit hunting. I swore that I would not touch it but once my grandmother got that rabbit meat all fried up, brown and crispy, I saw it on the plate, thought it was fried chicken, and ate it. Tasted really good too. I recall the fish brought to us, freshly caught off the NC coast, and river bass. My grandmother would clean the fish, which my brother and I thought was gross, but that didn’t stop us from eating it! My grandfather was one of the few masculine men that I personally knew. All the rest are pussywhipped to the point of bitchhood. I have dated guys who always wanted me to choose what movie to see, what restaurant to dine at, what to do as an excursion…even to initiate intimacy!

Men today just don’t seem to engage in those masculine pursuits of old, other than rural types and those living in the backwoods of Alaska, probably one of the few states left in America where men are real men. Yuppies, on the other hand…the biggest wusses on the planet. Men who work in offices are generally smart , but soft in body and in spirit. They are barely manly at all. I’ve worked around them so I know – they typically have feminine mannerisms, drag their voices when they speak, and simply put, just aren’t masculine. They are led by their wives if they have one, and the wives wear the pants in the family. These are the kind of men who will cry with frustration if their car breaks down on the side of the road – if they don’t have AAA that is – who give in to the demands of their wives and children even when the credit limit is almost to the max, and have heart attacks at age 50 trying to keep up with the Joneses.

Look at the modern Black family unit, such as it is, and compare it with the Black family unit in the days before and during the Civil Rights Movement. The Black family unit of long ago consisted of father, mother, and children, sometimes a grandparent if the other one had passed on. These days, the Black family unit typically consists of the mother and children, maybe the grandmother too if she was never married, which seems to be the case these days (and the grandmothers are often young, in their 40s usually). I met a White woman once who was only 32 – though she looked 12 years older at least – and already a grandmother! She had her child at 15, and the daughter then had her son at the same age. So it’s not just a Black thing, to have babies out of wedlock. It didn’t become a problem until the daughters of the middle class started doing so, and then the single mother phenomenon was all over the news and talk shows.

Why aren’t Black men stepping up to the plate to be there for their children? They’re wusses who do not want responsibility is why! The same with White men that do this. They’re shirking their duties as a father, as a man. They want to be like little boys, do whatever the hell they want, and damn the consequences. This is how my fiance’s son is. He’s 22 years old and all he wants to do is play games on his phone or gaming computer, which his overindulgent great grandmother bought for him. He does not want to work, or even chase girls…just play games all the time. That’s what his single mom raised him to be, a lazy good for nothing who wants to play games and get high at other people’s expense, all the time. That is the modern man for you.

I’m glad my fiance loves to go fishing and hiking, to build things, work on cars, mow the grass, and fix what needs repairing. I’m glad he can do these things. He’s not much for spectator sports, but he does enjoy other manly pursuits like hunting, working on fishing boats (he used to be a shrimper in the past), and admire classic cars. He’s a carpenter/framer by trade and good at it too, which is why he makes what he does. He tried to get his son interested in working with him, but the kid just isn’t cut out for manual labor. He’s too soft. He only wants to sit on his ass, smoke weed, and play games. He even sold drugs before, which goes to prove he’s sorry as hell. Anyone who sells drugs is a good for nothing piece of shit. I’m glad the wimp took his lazy ass back to Georgia, and my fiance is too.

Yes, modern men are too feminine. They want to be taken care of and so long as women do it, they will continue to be the wusses they have become. I guess this is why so many of them don’t mind going to prison, where they can give blowjobs and take it up the arse and be called a ‘bitch’ by other men. Sad but true.

Dude looks like an (old) lady

Masculine Women

Today’s women have a lot of manly qualities. They are Type A career minded, working hard to prove that they are as good as a man when they should stay home with their children instead of dumping them off in daycare. They join the military. They hire cleaning services to do their housekeeping. And they don’t cook half the time, preferring to pick up fast food on the way home from work, or pop a convenience food into the microwave while they shower and change. They don’t wear makeup and skirts or dresses the way they used to. They don’t have feminine hairstyles or use lotions or perfumes.

(Men, on the other hand, have become far less masculine than they used to be, which I will touch upon in a following blog post.)

Feminism – while it has done a world of good for women – has also been somewhat of a curse. It has destroyed a great many positive values of Western society, and that is why the family unit no longer is. You’ve got feminism to thank for that. While I believe women should be paid the same as men for equal work, and believe that men shouldn’t abuse women (or children), and also that women have a right to a higher education if they want one, there are other demands of feminism that really aim to make women as masculine as possible.

Women of the 1950s and before were ultra feminine, for the most part. They wore dresses, make up, kept their hair styled, and didn’t mind being housewives. True, some had their own careers outside the home, but they were still feminine. They didn’t go around in tank tops and shorts and pants and suits, plain faced and short haired, looking more like a man than some males do. When you compare the female entertainers of today with those of yesteryear, modern women come up short every time. For me, anyhow. They just aren’t ladylike anymore and that’s a shame.

I have read from men who find Black women unattractive that the reason for this is their masculinity and loudness. Where they get this from, I don’t know because I have seen just as many, if not more, White women who are just as manly in appearance and behavior. And plenty of them are loud as well. That’s a trait of the modern woman, to be loud and boisterous. Today’s people are all attention whores. Even men are loud, though yes, I will admit that Black people are the loudest, along with the Latinos. Asians tend to be more quiet, unless they are in a rowdy group of non-Asians. People in bars and nightclubs, drinking and all, are really obnoxious.

This brings me to another trait of the modern woman – they drink as much as men. (Some of them smoke too much as well.) One thing I detest is a woman who hangs out in bars like the lowlife she is. I don’t hold such men in high regard either – I would never date an alcoholic, I grew up around that and it’s a disease that is hard to break (though it can be done). But women who go out and get drunk are foolish so when they wind up raped and/or killed, I don’t have a smidgen of pity for them because their own toxic behavior put them in that situation.

Women who hang around men all the time are also a turn off. When you see a lone woman with a couple of guys, she either loves the attention from all those men, is a slut, or a dyke. I don’t get on too well with women but damned if I’m going to hang out with a bunch of dudes either! I’d rather stay to myself. It doesn’t look good, at least for the woman in question. Stop trying to be ‘one of the guys’ and revel in your femininity! I’m glad I’m a woman. I don’t care for menstruation but I would never, ever want to wake up in a man’s body. I don’t want to be obsessed with penis size and sex and trying to pick up the ladies all the time. I don’t want to smell like a dude, shave every day, or grow bigger ears and a larger nose when I’m old. I’m damned happy and glad to be different from men and every woman should be. After all, women are the guarantors of the human race. Men cannot bear children. Only women can.

Who Can Kill a Child?

Kids die. That’s an unfortunate reality of life. I never believed it when I was kid, but by the time I was eleven I realized that not just old people died, but young adults, middle aged people, and little kids too. A tragic fact is that many children are murdered – by parents, by strangers, and by other children. I recently heard about a young girl murdered by a teenager. It’s not every day this happens, but it does occur often enough that I have become almost immune to the tragedies. That’s a sorry truth about our society that violent crimes happen so much that we are saddened upon hearing of them, but then go on with our lives. For the victims’ families, this is an impossibility. They are always left with the what ifs, the if onlys, and the whys. Photos, belongings, and other reminders of the loved one are with them forever.

You can give the clothing away, send the toys to needy children, put away the photos. It won’t take away the pain and the memories and the loss. Those are with you till the end of your life. Imagine what the parents of these dead children and teens and young people must go through the rest of their lives, because of a thug with a gun, a drunk in a car, a rapist, a thief, a killer with a knife. I can’t. I still can feel hurt from when my deceased relatives passed on, and none of them had their lives snuffed out by some sneaky piece of shit with chaos in what passes for his (her her) heart.

Study the faces of the dead below. How can anyone want to harm a young person or a mere child? Such monsters do not deserve to walk among us. They should have their lives ripped from them in the same manner and anyone who feels sorry for a murderer of any person ought to be tortured by one in the most horrible way. I would gladly be the executor of any child killer and believe me, it would not keep me from sleeping at night knowing that I put a demon to death. I’ll be at peace knowing that I did society a service putting a hellish,disgusting, loathsome beast out if its misery.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Most Overrated Movies Ever

This is my own personal list, not someone else’s. I am by no means a movie buff, but I have seen thousands of films over the years – not all of them horror, my favorite genre – and some of them were 1 star, most 3 star, and many 5 star. Having watched countless movies (I own hundreds, maybe even more than a thousand by now but I won’t be counting them any time soon), I am able to list those that are underrated, those that are overrated, those that the critics raved, those the critics hated, and those that just fell through the cracks into oblivion.

The following list are the films that I find to be highly overrated – by the critics, in popularity polls, and just because this director or that producer had a hand in creating them. I don’t include classic films because I don’t watch them (old black & whites, silent movies, and pretty much anything made before 1970, I rarely have any interest in viewing). So most of these films were made during the 70s, 80s, 90s, and since the millennium. They are listed in no special order though the top 10 are probably the most highly praised movies I have ever heard of, read about*, or seen.

  1. Titanic
  2. Jaws
  3. The Godfather
  4. Jurassic Park
  5. Avatar

  6. Star Wars
  7. The Hunger Games
  8. 50 Shades of Grey
  9. Wonder Woman*
  10. E.T. the Extra Terrestrial

  11. The Fast & The Furious
  12. The Dark Knight*
  13. Saving Private Ryan
  14. The Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of The Ring
  15. War of The Worlds

  16. Django Unchained
  17. Thelma & Louise
  18. Close Encounters of The Third Kind
  19. Forrest Gump

  20. The Outlaw Josey Wales
There are others but these are the 20 that come to my mind when I think of the word overhyped. I’ve seen all but 3 of then, and those are marked with an *. (Although I’ve seen a little of Fast & Furious.)
I think the first 2 are the most seriously overrated movies of all time. I have watched most of these films once only (and sometimes only because I was at someone’s house and they were watching the movie). My fiance likes genres I cannot get into (same as my brother and other relatives) and if they are watching something I don’t normally enjoy, I will watch along with them but kind of tune out the action – especially if it is an action movie. I hate those fake flicks!

Misogyny in Rock Music

The media loves to portray hip hop/rap as the most violent form of music there is, but rock music has more than its fair share of hatred against women. Many of rock’s most beloved icons – John Lennon is a prime example – have been abusers of women. Slash, Axl Rose, Tommy Lee, and Ozzy Osbourne – who actually tried to kill his wife Sharon in 1989 – are others whose names one never hears when the media harps on misogyny in music. But you hear plenty about Chris Brown because he’s Black. In a patriarchal society, what else should one expect but to realize that violence against females is a given. It’s not just Islamic nations, as the inhabitants of Western countries want you to believe, but even in the lands that are considered Christian. Christianity, Islam, and Judaism are all patriarchal religions and have some of the most sexist verses towards women I have ever read (OT/Torah, Koran).

Having gotten that off of my chest, here are some of the most misogynistic song lyrics ever penned, by bands that I listen to. While the songs below are not my favorites, I have heard them on the radio (with the exception of the last one, that is) and many of the artists are great faves of my brother and a cousin as well. I don’t agree with censorship, but the members of Guns N Roses either truly, down deep inside, have a contempt for the female gender, or they were simply poseurs (which I don’t really believe). Heavy metal was one of the worst music genres for violence against women, same as rap.

Under My Thumb
The Rolling Stones
Under my thumb
The girl who once had me down
Under my thumb
The girl who once pushed me around
It’s down to me
The difference in the clothes she wears
Down to me, the change has come,
She’s under my thumb
Ain’t it the truth babe?
Under my thumb
The squirmin’ dog who’s just had her day
Under my thumb
A girl who has just changed her ways
It’s down to me, yes it is
The way she does just what she’s told
Down to me, the change has come
She’s under my thumb
Ah, ah, say it’s alright

Under my thumb
A Siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb
She’s the sweetest, hmmm, pet in the world
It’s down to me
The way she talks when she’s spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She’s under my thumb
Ah, take it easy babe
Yeah
It’s down to me, oh yeah
The way she talks when she’s spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She’s under my thumb
Yeah, it feels alright
Under my thumb
Her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well I
I can still look at someone else
It’s down to me, oh that’s what I said
The way she talks when she’s spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She’s under my thumb
Say, it’s alright.
Say it’s all
Say it’s all
Take it easy babe
Take it easy babe
Feels alright
Take it, take it easy babe.
Songwriters: Keith Richards / Mick Jagger
Under My Thumb lyrics © Abkco Music, Inc
Black Dog
Led Zeppelin
Hey, hey mama said the way you move
Gon’ make you sweat, gon’ make you groove
Ah ah child way ya shake that thing
Gon’ make you burn, gon’ make you sting
Hey, hey baby when you walk that way
Watch your honey drip, I can’t keep away
Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah
I gotta roll I can’t stand still
Got a flamin’ heart can’t get my fill
With eyes that shine, burnin’ red
Dreams of you all through my head
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Hey baby, whoa my baby, my pretty baby
Darlin’ makes ’em do it now
Hey baby, oh my baby, my pretty baby
Move the way you’re doin’ now
Didn’t take too long ‘fore I found out
What people mean by down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started tellin’ her friends she gon’ be a star
I don’t know but I been told
A big legged woman ain’t got no soul
Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, ah ah
Oh yeah, oh yeah ah, ah, yeah
All I ask for all I pray
Steady rollin’ woman gon’ come my way
Need a woman gonna hold my hand
Won’t tell me no lies, make me a happy man
Ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah, ah
Oh yeah
Darlin’ makes ’em do it now
Yeah-yeah. yeah-yeah. yeah-yeah
Darlin’ makes ’em do it now
Babe! babe!
Wooh, keep doin’ it babe
hey
(Busted) hey
(Busted) hey
(Busted) hey
hey, yeah
(Busted) hey, yeah
(Busted) hey, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh-ah
(Well done)
Darlin’ makes ’em do it now
Darlin’ makes ’em do it now
Written by James Patrick (jimmy) Page, Robert Anthony Plant, John Paul Jones • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
Girls Girls Girls 
Mötley Crüe
Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife
Handful of grease in my hair feels right
But what I need to get me tight are those
Girls, girls, girls
Long legs and burgundy lips
Girls, girls, girls
Dancin’ down on the Sunset Strip
Girls, girls, girls
Red lips, fingertips
Trick or treat, sweet to eat
On Halloween and New Year’s Eve
Yankee girls you just can’t be beat
But you’re the best when you’re off your feet
Girls, girls, girls
At the dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale
Girls, Girls, Girls
Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails
Girls, girls, girls
Raising hell at the Seventh Veil

Have you read the news
In the Soho Tribune
Ya know she did me
Well then she broke my heart
I’m such a good good boy
I just need a new toy
I tell ya what, girl
Dance for me, I’ll keep you over-employed
Just tell me a story
You know the one I mean
Crazy Horse, Paris, France
Forget the names, remember romance
I got the photos, a manage et trois
Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those
Girls, girls, girls
Body Shop and Marble Arch
Girls, girls, girls
Tropicana’s where I lost my heart
Girls, girls, girls
(Hey Tommy, check that out man)
(What, Vince, where?)
(Right there, man) (hey)
Hey baby, you wanna go somewhere? (girls, girls, girls)
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Written by Mick Mars, Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Downtown Music Publishing
Witchy Woman
Eagles
Raven hair and ruby lips
Sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight
Wooo hooo witchy woman see how
High she flies
Woo hoo witchy woman she got
The moon in her eye

She held me spellbound in the night
Dancing shadows and firelight
Crazy laughter in another
Room and she drove herself to madness
With a silver spoon
Woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies
Woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye
Well I know you want a lover,
Let me tell your brother, she’s been sleeping
In the Devil’s bed
And there’s some rumors going round
Someone’s underground
She can rock you in the nighttime
‘Til your skin turns red
Woo hoo witchy woman
See how high she flies
Woo hoo witchy woman
She got the moon in her eye
Written by Don Henley, Bernie Leadon • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Cass County Music / Wisteria Music / Privet Music
Rock You Like A Hurricane
Scorpions
It’s early morning, the sun comes out
Last night was shaking and pretty loud
My cat is purring, it scratches my skin
So what is wrong with another sin?
The bitch is hungry, she needs to tell
So give her inches and feed her well
More days to come, new places to go
I’ve got to leave, it’s time for a show
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane

My body is burning, it starts to shout
Desire is coming, it breaks out loud
Lust is in cages till storm breaks loose
Just have to make it with someone I choose
The night is calling, I have to go
The wolf is hungry, he runs the show
He’s licking his lips, he’s ready to win
On the hunt tonight for love at first sting
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane (Are you ready, baby?)
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane (Come on, come on, baby)
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Rock you like a hurricane
It’s early morning, the sun comes out
Last night was shaking and pretty loud
My cat is purring, it scratches my skin
So what is wrong with another sin?
The night is calling, I have to go
The wolf is hungry, he runs the show
He’s licking his lips, he’s ready to win
On the hunt tonight for love at first sting
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane (Are you ready, baby?)
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane (Come on, come on, come on, come on)
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Written by Herman Rarebell, Klaus Meine, Rudolf Schenker • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

Back Off Bitch (Explicit)
Guns N’ Roses
Oh baby, pretty baby
Oh honey, you let me down honey
I ain’t playin’ childhood games no more
I said it’s time for me
To even the score
So stake your claim
Your claim to fame
But baby call another name
When you feel the fire
And taste the flame
Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin’ in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Makin’ love
Cheap heartbreaker, broken backed
Nasty ballbreaker, stay out of my bed, outta my head
If it’s lovin’ you
I’m better off dead
Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin’ in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Emotions ripped, gone on a binge
Life lipped, I said you’re off the hinge
Tellin’ lies of such fame and glory
I don’t even want to hear your story
Back off, back off bitch
Down in the gutter dyin’ in the ditch
You better back off, back off bitch
Face of an angel with the love of a witch
Back off, back off bitch
It’s such a pity that you’re such a bitch
Back off, back off bitch
It’s time to burn-burn the witch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Back off, back off bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Bitch
Hey wha’d’ya think he’s tryin’ to say there, anyway?
I think it’s something each person’s s’posed to take in their own special way
Fucking bitch
Written by (usa 2) Slash, Izzy Stradlin, Duff Mc Kagan, Paul Edward Huge, Darren A Reed, Matt Sorum, W. Axl Rose • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group
Pretty Tied Up (The Perils Of Rock N’ Roll Decadence)
Guns N’ Roses
I know this chick she lives down on Melrose
She ain’t satisfied without some pain
Friday night is goin’ up inside her…again
Well crack the whip
‘Cause that bitch is just insane
I’m serious
She’s pretty tied up hangin’ upside down
She’s pretty tied up an you can ride her
She’s pretty tied up hangin’ upside down
I can’t tell you she’s the right one
Oh no, oh no, oh no

Once there was this rock n’ roll band
Rollin’ on the streets
Time went by and it became a joke
We just needed more and more fulfilling… uh-huh
Time went by and it all went up in smoke
But check it out
She’s pretty tied up hangin’ upside down
She’s pretty tied up an you can ride her
She’s pretty tied up hangin’ upside down
Ohh I can’t tell you she’s the right one
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Once you made that money it costs more now
It might cost a lot more than you’d think
I just found a million dollars
that someone forgot
It’s days like this that push me o’er the brinks
Cool and stressing
[pronounced: cool ranch dres’ing]
She’s pretty tied up hangin’ upside down
She’s pretty tied up an you can ride her
She’s pretty tied up hangin’ upside down
And I can’t tell you she’s the right one
Oh she’s the right one …(etc.)
(but I can tell you a thing or two
’bout somethin’ else
If you really want to know…know what I’m sayin’)
Written by (usa 2) Slash, Izzy Stradlin, Duff Mc Kagan, Darren A Reed, Matt Sorum, W. Axl Rose • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

White Culture Part 3

To be an American is a dream for many. But they don’t realize that the dream comes with a heavy price – giving up one’s own culture for that of White America. You won’t be successful in this country till that happens. You must assimilate or die. If you don’t have European skin or features, then you must at least act White. You have noticed how most foreigners who come here become ‘White’ – at least this is true for Asians and Middle Easterners. They move into White neighborhoods, hold White collar positions, dress White, and even sound White when they don’t have a strong accent. They have White friends and often White spouses. (People from the Middle East are classified as White in the United States.) To be American means to be as White as possible.
Blacks, on the other hand, have never assimilated as well as others. Though we have been in this land almost as long as the Whites, we are still treated like second class citizens in a country that the blood, sweat, tears, and even the deaths of our ancestors helped to build. We are not a part of White culture unless we have a White parent, or are adopted into a White family. Even then, one knows one is not like the others. We live in separate neighborhoods, are buried in separate cemeteries. In my city, we go to schools in our own areas, which tend to be predominantly Black and Hispanic. We work menial jobs even when we hold college degrees, dress differently – unless we happen to be that ‘token’, and then we do try to assimilate for that job – speak differently, and have mostly (sometimes all) Black friends. We date and marry our own, for the most part.
When one is White, one is privileged. This is why I don’t understand how there can be poor Whites. They must be lazy as hell, addicted to drugs and/or alcohol, or simply have zero ambition because if I were White, I would not be in the situation I find myself in. I would have gotten married 20 years ago, definitely wouldn’t have dropped out of college, and I would no doubt be the successful writer I always hoped to be. I would be living in my own home, probably out West, and my husband would be a handsome, prosperous guy with a good career, a non drug user or smoker, intellectual and well read, with a taste for travel and adventure to match my own. He’d also be a cat lover, gourmet coffee aficionado, and the type of real man who doesn’t hold sexist views of women – and politically middle of the road. I could never marry an outright Republican or Democrat.

Black women cannot get those things unless they are able to snag the type of Black man who wants to work for a living, an educated man who can dress well when he wants – and not like some high school kid, the way most middle aged Black men dress these days. When Black women want more out of life, they either must get it themselves, date and marry a White man, or live the life my two younger sisters are living, working hard to raise their kids on their own, with the aid of food stamps, no marriage in their futures because let’s face it, Black men just aren’t the marrying type. They won’t even marry their fat White trophies, except the celebrities and they always have models and actresses on their arms.
Remember OJ? Ha ha, who can forget him? They will never allow us to! He thought he had made it – formerly all White country club allowed him entrance as a ‘token’, he lived in an area of LA where if you saw any minorities, they were the hired help, he had a White blonde wife, mixed kids with good hair, a fat bank account, White friends galore, and even tried to dress, behave, and sound White (he reportedly hired a speech therapist to help him to eradicate his Black way of speaking). Yes, he made it all right – into the slammer, where Whites feel all Black men belong!
When one becomes as White as possible without actually having been born White, one has made it. That is what the American dream is, becoming White, a part of that distinctly American culture. That is what White culture truly is – the dominant culture of this nation. When I was growing up, the old TV shows from the 60s and before were full of White faces. I only saw darker faces on TV shows aimed at Blacks – The JeffersonsGood TimesSanford & SonDiff’rent Strokes. I mostly saw White baby dolls on commercials, one never saw the Black versions until one went to the stores. They all had blonde hair and blue eyes, of course.
I have trust issues anyway, but with White people the trust is barely there. I don’t trust White cops and if I were a Black male, I’d fear them. I was told to be wary of the White teachers when I was going to school. I learned on my own to become cautious with the White children. I received a secretarial science degree from business school, only to go from one temp job to another just because I was not the type of female they wanted at the receptionist’s desk greeting their clients. Not White enough. So I went into other fields only to hurt my back doing repetitive piece rate and production work over the years. Life sucks when you aren’t the right color. And yes, institutional racism still exists. It always will in this country when the White male is in control, and he will always try to maintain that control.
White people don’t realize how very lucky they are to have been born into privilege.