It's the FLAG of a militant HATE GROUP.... gays radicalize people to threaten others.
In article <ppWdnX5rGvaRk1j9nZ2dnUU7-NnNnZ2d@earthlink.com>, byker@do~rag.net says...
What's the difference between herpes and Aids?
"BeamMeUpScotty" wrote in message news:b0OwI.29900$G11.28664@fx01.iad...
It's the FLAG of a militant HATE GROUP.... gays radicalize people to
threaten others.
Speaking of fag flag flaps, in 2003 PBS, on its "P.O.V" (Point of View)
program, where young film documentarians can air their work, had this
90-minute flick called "Flag Wars" (so named for two flags, one for fags and >> one for blacks), detailing the conflict between two "historically oppressed" >> groups, homos and ghetto apes. The film started with some home movie
footage from a long time ago showing it as a mostly White middle-class part >> of town, with most of the homes looking like Victorian-style mansions. Then >> it cuts to its present sorry-ass condition, totally niggafuxated and the
houses are now crumbling dumps. The basis for this film project was to
document the neighborhood's "gentrification."
Prior efforts by "straight" Whites to fix up Olde Towne East brought
immediate and shrill howls of "racism" and shit, but this time a lesbian
realtor filed suit against the city to force Columbus, Oh. to enforce city >> codes by making the residents of these nig cribs improve their properties, >> most of which had peeling paint, sagging roofs, weed fields instead of
lawns, and junk cars filling up the front and back yards. Since jigs and
homos share a few common enemies (yep, there was the obligatory far-right
firebrand burning a gay-rights flag and braying that the "wages of sin is
death," etc.) the burrheads had to pipe down as the two sides hashed it out >> in city council meetings.
I don't know if the film's producers realized how unintentionally damning
their work was toward the blacks, because there were several sequences where >> these middle-aged jigs were sitting around a kitchen table, muttering their >> "racism" hogwash. One old guy said, "Well, dis may sound racist, but ah
don't wanna wake up in de mo'ning, look out mah windah, and see White
people." Another long time resident was this self-styled "Chief Baba
Olugbala Shango Obadena," who had a sign in front of his crib advertising it >> as a "museum" (the city was on to his shit because that made the spook
run afoul of zoning laws regarding operating a business in a residential
neighborhood). The most memorable character was "Linda Mitchell," a
granny-looking negress whose house was the most run-down on the block, yet >> she was supposedly the "community leader."
That suit against Columbus forced local EPA officials to come out and read >> the riot act to these burrheads who weren't keeping their properties up.
Sista Mitchell's front yard was full of weeds, junk, and litter, and there >> must've been four or five cars in her back yard. When this White EPA guy
pointed out this particularly run-down old clunker and asked her why she
didn't have it towed away, she said, "Well, it's a classic awaiting
restoration." He then asked her how much she was receiving in her monthly >> gubmint check, and item by item he went down all the monthly bills and
utilities asking how much she paying, totaling it up as he went along. When >> he was done, there was just $20 left to pay for food. Her reply: "Well, ah >> don't eat much." But she sure as hell packed away the booze, because as the >> film progresses (it was shot over a four-year period) her diseased liver
gets bigger and bigger until finally she looks like she's nine months
pregnant with twins. Eventually some White teenage "volunteers" cleaned up >> the mess for her.
As for the fags, they're all clean-cut and yuppie-ish, putting in lots of
"sweat equity" into their new properties. I couldn't help but snicker when >> one of them was named "Jim Yoder," who'd "moved from the country to the
city." Yoder is an Amish name. I'd imagine that faggotry didn't go over
too well with the folks back on the farm. As they fix up their homes to
near-new condition, they get their first taste of TNB (that's "typical
nigger behavior" for you folks up north). Near the end of the film, a dozen >> or so "gentrifiers" are having a meeting in a restored home whose interior >> now looks like something out of "The Magnificent Ambersons." This lezzie
gal gets up and says, "OK, you know why we're all here. In the last ten
days we've had three home invasions..."
At the film's end it cuts to a funeral service. Sista Mitchell has kicked >> off, and the final minute or two shows some old spooks shuffling around
inside what looks like a long-forgotten commercial storage room, with dusty >> junk furniture piled up in the corners and old folding tables leaning up
against the walls, that is, except for one wall that's covered with faded, >> yellowing black-and-white photos of a black family. That's when I realized, >> "Holy shit, that's her living room!" The real kicker was when they rolled >> the credits. "Flag Wars" was "dedicated to the memory of Linda Mitchell,
1963-2002." You got it: "Granny" went off to the great plantation in the
sky at the ripe old age of 39. Yeah, sista, that MD 20/20 will take a lot >> outta ya'...
One's a love story and the other's a fairy tale.
"BeamMeUpScotty" wrote in message news:b0OwI.29900$G11.28664@fx01.iad...
It's the FLAG of a militant HATE GROUP.... gays radicalize people to threaten others.
Speaking of fag flag flaps, in 2003 PBS, on its "P.O.V" (Point of View) program, where young film documentarians can air their work, had this 90-minute flick called "Flag Wars" (so named for two flags, one for fags and one for blacks), detailing the conflict between two "historically oppressed" groups, homos and ghetto apes. The film started with some home movie
footage from a long time ago showing it as a mostly White middle-class part of town, with most of the homes looking like Victorian-style mansions. Then it cuts to its present sorry-ass condition, totally niggafuxated and the houses are now crumbling dumps. The basis for this film project was to document the neighborhood's "gentrification."
Prior efforts by "straight" Whites to fix up Olde Towne East brought immediate and shrill howls of "racism" and shit, but this time a lesbian realtor filed suit against the city to force Columbus, Oh. to enforce city codes by making the residents of these nig cribs improve their properties, most of which had peeling paint, sagging roofs, weed fields instead of
lawns, and junk cars filling up the front and back yards. Since jigs and homos share a few common enemies (yep, there was the obligatory far-right firebrand burning a gay-rights flag and braying that the "wages of sin is death," etc.) the burrheads had to pipe down as the two sides hashed it out in city council meetings.
I don't know if the film's producers realized how unintentionally damning their work was toward the blacks, because there were several sequences where these middle-aged jigs were sitting around a kitchen table, muttering their "racism" hogwash. One old guy said, "Well, dis may sound racist, but ah don't wanna wake up in de mo'ning, look out mah windah, and see White people." Another long time resident was this self-styled "Chief Baba Olugbala Shango Obadena," who had a sign in front of his crib advertising it as a "museum" (the city was on to his shit because that made the spook
run afoul of zoning laws regarding operating a business in a residential neighborhood). The most memorable character was "Linda Mitchell," a granny-looking negress whose house was the most run-down on the block, yet she was supposedly the "community leader."
That suit against Columbus forced local EPA officials to come out and read the riot act to these burrheads who weren't keeping their properties up. Sista Mitchell's front yard was full of weeds, junk, and litter, and there must've been four or five cars in her back yard. When this White EPA guy pointed out this particularly run-down old clunker and asked her why she didn't have it towed away, she said, "Well, it's a classic awaiting restoration." He then asked her how much she was receiving in her monthly gubmint check, and item by item he went down all the monthly bills and utilities asking how much she paying, totaling it up as he went along. When he was done, there was just $20 left to pay for food. Her reply: "Well, ah don't eat much." But she sure as hell packed away the booze, because as the film progresses (it was shot over a four-year period) her diseased liver
gets bigger and bigger until finally she looks like she's nine months pregnant with twins. Eventually some White teenage "volunteers" cleaned up the mess for her.
As for the fags, they're all clean-cut and yuppie-ish, putting in lots of "sweat equity" into their new properties. I couldn't help but snicker when one of them was named "Jim Yoder," who'd "moved from the country to the city." Yoder is an Amish name. I'd imagine that faggotry didn't go over
too well with the folks back on the farm. As they fix up their homes to near-new condition, they get their first taste of TNB (that's "typical
nigger behavior" for you folks up north). Near the end of the film, a dozen or so "gentrifiers" are having a meeting in a restored home whose interior now looks like something out of "The Magnificent Ambersons." This lezzie
gal gets up and says, "OK, you know why we're all here. In the last ten
days we've had three home invasions..."
At the film's end it cuts to a funeral service. Sista Mitchell has kicked off, and the final minute or two shows some old spooks shuffling around inside what looks like a long-forgotten commercial storage room, with dusty junk furniture piled up in the corners and old folding tables leaning up against the walls, that is, except for one wall that's covered with faded, yellowing black-and-white photos of a black family. That's when I realized, "Holy shit, that's her living room!" The real kicker was when they rolled the credits. "Flag Wars" was "dedicated to the memory of Linda Mitchell, 1963-2002." You got it: "Granny" went off to the great plantation in the
sky at the ripe old age of 39. Yeah, sista, that MD 20/20 will take a lot outta ya'...
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