The color of your skin

I got in late last week from a fight from Dallas. For those of you who don't know me, you probably will never really know where I live. I try to keep my privacy because I don't trust some people out there to know where I live and what my face looks like. That's that.

Coming off the plane I noticed a few black guys making jokes to each other. I think it is nice that these people have a sense of humor, but to those who really have some experience with these people, you know that things can go south real fast.

It seems that they find it perfectly normal to make fun of my skin color, but get red hot mad when I start pointing out some of their race's mistakes. I'm a good natured guy. Besides my bad tempter, I'm pretty good, I think.

I hadn't heard of Chris Rock until I was in the waiting room the other day. I realized that he thinks that white people are boring or something like that. What did we ever do to them? I'm a southern white man and I've never owned a slave. I don't know about my Grandparents, but I'm pretty straight when it come to the slave stuff. I ain't lazy enough to let another man to do my work and feed my family.

Been a while

I know that I don't have many followers yet, but I do want to apologize, because I haven't made posts as much as I wanted to. My old lady went to the hospital to get herself hospitalized for some kinda infection in her ear. I kept telling her to not go and get that Swine Flu Vaccine, but she ain't the listenin type.

I've been worn out folks. It's gettin so damn hot in here. I had a few orders to spin through for some guy. Also been trying to get my grandma hooked to the internet. She's a liberal, but I love her though. I respect my family, cause blood is thicker than skin.

While I was gone, I've done what I needed to see about the oil spill over there in the wetlands of our Country. It's a crime and shame what those damn brits are doing to us. To those who don't know. BP stands for BRITS PATROLIUM. Those pale sissy sons a bitches just can't over the fact that we are our own nation now and that we got our asses straight. We don't need them and their dumbass island anymore, cause we got the motherland. They are over down in our marshlands dousing us with oil so they can blow our wildlife to smitherines.

I don't know what partriotic is if cleaning us that mess ain't. I salute our brave young men and women for doing that. Save the damn birds yall when you can, cause the next thing is going to be our liberty and out bald eagle.

I can't move my got damn arm. That son a bitch is burn to a crisp. Just know that I'm fighting my hardest to type these words on your screen.

I just want all yall to know that I am not dead...they ain't got to me yet. Keep preaching the good word and I'll see you one day or another.