Behold a Pale Horse

 

 Rev Wilbur Witt

Racism has been a major focus of the far left, emphasizing the difference of men rather than the similarities. The American constitution and two hundred and thirty-six years of our history have confirmed again and again that everyone is created equal. What they do after they hit the ground is on them but we all come out of the gate equal!

Are we different? Yes! Is anyone of less value than anyone else? No! You must understand the definition of equality vs difference. America has been called a great mixing pot. Persons of all cultures came to America to get a new start. Freedom of speech, freedom of religion, the right to protect you and yours, bound by law but understood by people. People who had lived under centuries of stratified rule. Wealth and social status could be passed down from generation to generation ensuring that the blessed remained blessed and all others got to work in the kitchen if they were lucky.

As hard as Americans tried to live up to the Bill of Rights those of pomp and circumstance held on with a belief that without enforced social status there would be no social status. Others came here; not by choice. If you have a problem telling the difference between an Irishman and a Scot, the line between a Mandingo and a German is plain to see, especially if you are told that the Mandingo is not your equal but is just barely human. And the Bourgeoisie made it clear that an indentured Irishman was still head and shoulders above the African in all situations . . . except marriage.

Old habits are hard to break. Back in the old country Kings would trace their ancestors back to the Roman emperors who traced theirs back to Zeus. Argue with that! America was a bit more democratic. Our royalty traces its right to rule to inventing a better mousetrap or a self-parking rocketship. But the song remains the same. Almost Biblical. All hail Sir Bill of Clinton from the house of Hope, his Queen, Hillary, and of course his three-hundred or so concubines. Nice work if you can get it.

While before there was no real possibility of a peasant becoming pleasant, in America it appeared that it could happen. A common man could rise to great heights and remain there at least until he made some money and some  new law hit the books, then it’s back to the Ol’ Call Center.  Just leave your patents right there Mr Tesla.  We’ll name a car after you someday. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang! If he’s lucky  his daughter will marry a descendent of one of those Zulus aforementioned, from the line of King Mtu  Anaykula Kwannza, which loosely translates as Man  who gets to eat first. After a string of rap records Mtu XXV was allowed to move out of the hood and carry on like a fool while the rest of us were fighting Austin traffic every morning around 4:30, of course, praising the Lord every mile of the way. Can I get an Amen? 

Now all of this did not go unnoticed by those of prominence in Long Island, Beverly Hills and other bastions of the now completely bastardized American Dream. Seeing the possibility of a shift of power because of the religion of equality, King Woodrow Wilson called a council of the royalty of the land and said, “The American Dream is gaining momentum. If we do not address this trend the rabble, I mean The People, will scale our walls, take all our stuff, have their way with our daughters and sheep and we may have to resort to working for our daily bread!”

And after much deliberation it was arrived at the solution. The people would turn the power of minting gold and silver over to the government who would then give them paper, saying that the paper was worth its weight in gold and that this would protect them from evil times should they appear on the horizon because they could just print more of these IOUs and the people would treasure them. It was to be called The Federal Reserve, and the rulers assured the people that the gold was safe in Fort Knock-Off for time, times, and half a time. The system even had a cute name. Fed! Which was not going to happen after this Ponzi scheme crashed and burned like the Hindenburg.  

Now what does this have to do with racism? It’s quite simple, actually. When you are peeing down someone’s back, and telling them it’s raining, it’s always nice to have a scapegoat out there somewhere. Remember that Civil War? All them new 4/5ths of a citizen out there now looking for a cotton patch in New York. Yeah. Them brothers. Well, by and large things didn’t work out for them. They were kept pretty much separate, which wasn’t hard. In time they had their own hierarchy with royalty of their own, but not royal enough to eat anywhere but the kitchen. Then, one day while the bosses were chasing little girls The Civil Rights Act was passed and all people were now equal and next door neighbors. And America lived happily ever after. If you believe that have I got a bridge for you and it’s on sale.

Oh, there was a big turnover. Black folks moved in, white folks moved out. Then the Great Society came. Free money for everyone! Well it wasn’t money, it was Food Stamps but you could still buy beer and cigarettes with it. It was supposed to be for everyone but mainly for the descendants of those slaves that over 750,000 Americans fought over. The black folks huddled together and the white folks were ill at ease. At this time The Devil went down to DC and found a lot of souls to steal! And the Democrats had a kiosk already set up!

Now a Democrat is a peculiar critter. Acts like a duck, walks like a duck, talks like whatever you want so long as he gets your vote, but they are Chameleons. I’d like to point out to you that the Confederacy was Democrat and the Republican Party was formed as anti slavery. In a miraculous slight of hand the Democrat party donned blackface, and the Republicans became the Paddy Rollers, and if that ain’t the pot calling the kettle black I’m not a white boy from Austin!

Now, infuse a Democrat with a liberal amount of, well, liberalism. Ever feed a dog gunpowder? That will turn a French Poodle into a junkyard dog quicker than you can spit. And while they are feeding gunpowder to everything darker than themselves the Democrats are telling white republicans, “Look at all them junkyard dogs!” And it was open season on junkyard dogs. So the power structure was secured! White speakers were shot during their speeches, white girls are killed on trains and the liberal democrats are saying that it’s all because there aren’t enough bike trails in Yosemite National Park.

How can we fix this? In a word, we can’t. There ain’t no National Association for the Advancement of Cracker People. Our children are our future? In yo’ dreams! The Alpha generation can’t read their own name and if they could they couldn’t pronounce it. While you were looking for that elusive herd immunity you overlooked the ones who could go to school and get it for you. And while we were watching them niggas, the masters was watching us, and a war broke out between the Haves against the Have Nots, and the poor ol’ blacks had not for so long they done made a game out of it. Second and third generation welfare families. No idea as to what an office or factory is for, other than a place to get stuff. And you can’t blame them. Uncle Remus never worked at IBM. And the ingrained suspicion is everywhere. Kids in school section off to their kind. And Frankie and Johnny died a long time ago. Everybody’s queer. Even my use of that word is hate speech.

But while we can’t change it, it is going to change us. Sad to say, being Caucasian may not be cool, but there are a hell of a lot of us. And don’t fear us. We wrote that Constitution you keep trying to tear up. We fought that Civil War so you could move to Detroit. And you sold your soul to the Devil for a bucket of chitterlings. Take our hand. Work together. Get along. We all gonna ride this wave. The world didn’t change, but we have to. Those same Do Do Birds that chased us over here are still out there. Twice in the twentieth century we had to run over there and pull their asses out of the fire. If we put as much money and energy into AMERICANS as we do EUROPEANS we would have a Utopia. Behold a pale horse. And the  Chinese are riding it.