Just when you thought this hellish hypocrite couldn’t get any crazier-the link above removes all doubt. Whenever this arrogant lawn jockey opens his mouth, or writes a plagiarized piece=he remains more toxic than a local sanitation plant. The fumes of foolishness that seem to fuel this fucking assholes agenda are increasingly irritating. Allen West, and his Tea Party bullshit remains a corrosive influence on civilized society as he remains proudly perched upon the porch of Uncle Toms corrupted cabin.
West is among the most insolent, ignorant and confused Black men breathing on this planet. Sure, there are other haughty house negroes that stand before mostly White crowds, bad-mouthing their own communities, but this prick is a master of such nonsense. He supposedly hates hypocrisy from the left…yet, he repeatedly throws round-house blows of Conservative insanity from the right.
The link proves this asshole can’t even use his OWN words to insult his OWN community, because he had to lift words and misspellings verbatim from someone else’s work. It’s not surprising that West would use deflection and false equivalency to insult the lives of fellow Black men lost to racist, and repugnant lawlessness, enforced by those who are there to protect vs. neglect. That’s what Oreos do. They ALWAYS focus on their creamy white centers…while ignoring the Brown that surrounds them. Fuck Allen West, and his continued fundamental disrespect for his own community!!!~Daryl
“Back during slavery, when Black people like me talked to the slaves, they didn’t kill ’em, they sent some old house Negro along behind him to undo what he said. You have to read the history of slavery to understand this. There were two kinds of Negroes. There was that old house Negro and the field Negro.
And the house Negro always looked out for his master. When the field Negroes got too much out of line, he held them back in check. He put ’em back on the plantation. The house Negro could afford to do that because he lived better than the field Negro. He ate better, he dressed better, and he lived in a better house. He lived right up next to his master – in the attic or the basement. He ate the same food his master ate and wore his same clothes. And he could talk just like his master – good diction. And he loved his master more than his master loved himself. That’s why he didn’t want his master hurt. If the master got sick, he’d say, “What’s the matter, boss, we sick?” When the master’s house caught afire, he’d try and put the fire out. He didn’t want his master’s house burned. He never wanted his master’s property threatened. And he was more defensive of it than the master was.
That was the house Negro. But then you had some field Negroes, who lived in huts, had nothing to lose. They wore the worst kind of clothes. They ate the worst food. And they caught hell. They felt the sting of the lash. They hated their master. Oh yes, they did. If the master got sick, they’d pray that the master died. If the master’s house caught afire, they’d pray for a strong wind to come along. This was the difference between the two.
And today you still have house Negroes and field Negroes. I’m a field Negro.”~Malcolm X