Jive & Jab

I prefer basic concepts to be articulated in a direct fashion, which is the root of my admiration for black culture. They’re insusceptible to most forms of gas lighting because a mind that isn’t geared to abstraction can’t be fooled into not seeing what’s right in front of it.

Thus, this community produces a certain class of heroes. For example, the infamous spa patron in LA who flipped out when her daughters were exposed to a nude transgender creature: “I see a dick, it lets me know he’s a man!”

As with every great saga, the deeds of heroes are confounded by those of traitors. Our plutocratic overlords have bribed them to participate in a Vax These Blacks campaign. From what I’ve seen thus far, it’s probably not going to work.

Exhibit A is Mr. Richard Johnson urging his fellow Arkansas blacks to get an injection. “Take a shot” is an extremely irresponsible thing to say to a black guy (or really any guy, for that matter), but what’s more disturbing is the question of his profession. He’s deliberately vague about it, describing himself as “a hustler” who “sells things” as part of his “lifestyle that I live out here in these streets.” Without further information, I’m left to conclude he’s either a drug dealer or a homosexual prostitute.

Next we have Juvenile the rapper, who was paid to turn his crude 1999 hit “Back That Thang Up” into “Vax That That Thang Up.” It’s a bizarre piece of lyrical propaganda set in some sort of block party featuring the customary twerking among excited blacks eagerly awaiting their injections. It ends with Mia X urging viewers to get a shot so they can “smash with Scot” which appears to be a reference to interracial romance. The only black guy I’ve ever heard of with that name was Scotty Pippen from the Chicago Bulls.

The core problem of this campaign is that they don’t really know how to communicate a message to blacks without talking down to them or letting them know that they hold their intellectual sophistication in poor regard. The problem is pervasive. For example, the Surgeon General, who seems to be a white man born in a black man’s body:

This guy was trying to get through to them by referencing “big momma” which I’d guarantee he picked up from the comedy starring Martin Lawrence rather than life in the hood. The best approach is that of Obama, who just talked to them like he was white most of the time instead of trying out his skill at jive. That approach was far less insulting.

Jive is only for skilled practitioners.

For the powers that be, blacks offer the utility of a double-edged sword. It’s hilarious to watch the growing dismay, like they’re just now figuring that out.

Ole Jim Crow ain’t dead yet.

2 comments

  1. I’m gonna be lonely when all the morons die from their jabs and I’m left alone to enjoy the scraps. I’ve got about 1-2 years before the windfall.

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