The Title of The Thread is NEGRO REPORTER GOES OFF SCRIPT by Don (drivel) Drisdale. Since I have acquired the honor of being placed on his ignore list I cannot respond to his thread. Ordinarily I would pay this dud no attention but I realised that he has blasphemed and has elevated a toady reporter James T. Harris as a role model for the rest of us. I will not keep silent neither do I want your stinking olive branch! This guy is sick!
But this latest brotha....this sick, self hating, demented brotha, really has me wondering. He has taken this s**t to a whole other level. This is beyond house Negro behavior, this s**t is s***e catching, plain and simple. You see a house Negro simply stayed in the house with massa, and he liked the house and everything in it. He would do everything to stay in the house, and would protect the house at all cost because he had a stake in it. It was where he lived, and it was where he found comfort. He would never speak against massa like the field Negroes, because he didn't want to risk losing all of that. But, even worse than the house Negro, was the s***e catcher. This was the Negro who searched hardest to find us when we ran away. It was the s***e catcher who the master would give the whip to tear into us when we stepped out of line. It was the s***e catcher who ran right behind the blood hounds and in front of the master, when he thought one of us was hiding in the woods. It was the s***e catcher who always did the master's most barbarous and sadistic deeds that even the master would not do. The s***e catcher h**ed us even more than the master did. Who knows why? Maybe some sick demented s**t in his past, maybe some psychological sickness that prevented him from wanting to be a part of something he has no control over. Or, a sick desire to be accepted by only those who didn't look like he does. Only the s***e catcher and his shrink knows for sure.
This brotha (I wish I knew his name), is a s***e catcher. Not a house Negro, not a Tom, not an Oreo; none of that. That would be too simplistic and trivial. No, this s**t was much deeper than that. This brotha was wallowing in self hatred. The more those kla....I mean republicans cheered around him, the wetter his pants got. And when Mr. Morton hugged him, I actually thought I saw the guy close his eyes as if he had just experienced one incredible orgasm. I don't know, maybe he did. (Gee I guess it's true what they say about you black guys, they didn't have anything like this at the Hanoi Hilton....let me stop) And did you see the look on the faces of those people? It's as if that one black guy had given them their penance for all of their vile r****t thoughts and actions.
"Thank you s***e catcher, thank you. If you are one of them and you h**e them, why can't we?"
If someone gets this brothas *name could you please pass it on to me? I have a bet with Mrs. Field that he is a struggling actor and just wanted to get his 15 minutes by any means necessary. Honestly, if it's just a hustle, and Mr. Morton's camp paid the guy, I would respect him more. At least he would have gotten paid for selling out like some of the other race pimps in modern day A-merry-ca. But somehow I doubt it. The s***e catcher doesn't need pay. Just catching those runaway s***es is payment enough.
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