Thursday,
January 27, 2000
Cherokee Dan Lays
the Smack Down on the X-Files
(The revelation
of just another damn white-ass conspiracy)
Yo, check this
jawn out. Now, That Cavortin' Bastard ain't all about
the X-Files. If cracka yuppies wanna spook themselves out with
messed up stories, that's their own biz. But every now an then,
I catch Fat Sal all hooked up into an episode an I usually grab
my forty dog and take a seat cause when Fat Sal's got a mad grip
on that control, well best leave the nigga be. So I'm a chillin
there with Fat Sal when Cherokee Dan blows in and gets all vexed
with our viewin decision. I gots ta laugh, cuz he's just crazy
messed up with us kickin it to this program. Now, here's the
fucked up thing. He tells us why and god damned if'n I ain't
feelin like a nucker caught three clips short. Cherokee Dan tellin
us we be dummin and we don't even know it and he starts in on
his rap. It went sometin like this.
It's all
about oppressions and the dissemination of lies and bullshit
warnings about us and our African brothers. First off, he's sayin,
how many brothas you ever see on this show?
An I ain't too
into it but Fat Sal's got some mean know how bout the show and
tells Cherokee Dan there used ta be this one guy, some Jumpstreet
motha, but he got his ass shanked.
Exactly, goes Dan,
and what was that nigga's name?
So Fat Sal starts
thinkin for a sec and I'm gettin all jazzed by this and where
Cherokee Dan is headed. Fat Sal says he didn't have no name,
far as he knew. They called him Mister X or some such shit.
And dat don't ring
no bells, yo? And what he do?
I see Fat Sal gettin
into this too, like we be them cracka agents figurin it all out
cept Sal ain't no red head hottie. Sal says sometin like he gave
that vanilla cream Mulder information federal
didn't want him to know.
Zactly! screams
Dan, slappin his leg. A brother named X killed by the man for
tellin the truth.
But X was killed
by a nuther brotha, I a say fore I realize Cherokee Dan talkin
bout the Man in the capital M sense.
But that ain't
nothin but a cold sweat to the real lowdown behind this show.
It's about the white man's fears of being colonized. He just
be fearin' the reapin comes with the sowin, yo? An they want
ya to think it's Alien colonization that theys ascared of but
it ain't. They call them aliens greys, y'hear? Dark skinned.
Not white. See? And to make sure ya didn't miss the point, these
crackas end up finding a space ship off the coast of Africa.
Gotta make sure all their cracka ass kind unnerstand that
they ain't talkin bout aliens comin from space but niggas comin
from Africa. An afore I go any further wit that, the show tells
us it ain't just colonization by blacks they's scared of but
hybridization. Race mixin, yo. They's afraid the black man be
takin the white woman. This gets a bit into aliens needin human
slaves n shit (figure that one, yo) which starts a whole fear
of Affirmative Action plot and the black man on top in the biz
world which I don't wanna start in on.
Holy shit mutters
Fat Sal.
That ain't even
startin it, bro. The way the white man is gonna combat this expected
mulatto threat and thinnin of their milkass blood and vanilla
pearl culture is to clone white children and where? In the whitest
of whites, Canada. Another slam they takin at us to ensure not
a single cracka miss the point that we's a violent inhuman group
a people is by having Africanized
honey bees
spread the disease which will create the hybrids. See? They seein'
the black man as a swarm of ragin buzzin insects spreadin thems
evil seed cross their great white land.
Me n Fat Sal are
jus sittin there tryin to swallow all this garbage we been swallowing
without even know we's swallowin it. So the X-Files is all about
the white man's fear of the black man's rule, yo? I say.
Not jus that and
not exactly neither. It's a warning, yo. A warning to white people
in the form of popular entertainment and it's not about the black
man's rule, yo, but about the black man taking the white man's
women. It's an overblown fear of jungle fever which, we all knows,
he's sayin with a huge assed grin, is cracka's number one fear.
What drives that white ass Mulder? What's the bullet in his ass
that makes him do all this crazy shit? His sister's abduction
by the greys. His sis jus ran off with a brother,
Holmes. And he's all freaked out and needin a shrink and shit.
That's a pretty
heavy trip, yo. And Fat Sal says sure like to spend a few innings
in Scully's nappy dugout, y'know what I'm sayin? Heh, sit back
and get a skully from Scully, y'know?
Cherokee Dan jus
shakes his head. Ain't you heard word one a what I been talkin
bout? She's the biggest white trap on the show, yo. She be frontin
she's all cute and innocent and crap but she represents Christianity
and the Virgin Mother, yo. Why you think that Mulder dude ain't
never knocked boots wit her? It's the ultimate symbol a the white
man's colonizin efforts and
the aspect
used to lull the other races rage, y'know? That shit she representin
is worse than crack, holmes. They spect you to be lulled by her
image and ya sit their all dummin listenin to her Christian bullshit,
just like a lotta poor brothas before you. You gotta fade on
that shit, bro. Or else ya gotta start thinkin bout the crap
you be sittin yourself in front of, Fat Sal. The Man is workin
on your mind at all hours and you gotta keep your mind workin
or your mind is workin for him, bros.
Word was about
all I knew to say to that. Word, brother.
And that was the
tripped up rap session me an Fat Sal had with our homey Cherokee
Dan some weekend back. Course, I'm still hopin that Scully bitch
ends up comin down my dark alley some time. Yeah.
Peace.
--
That Cavortin' Bastard
