I have mixed feelings on whether it’s indeed fair and appropriate to blame spates of crime upon a specific race, but when the Prime Minister of Great Britain claimed recently that “the spate of knife and gun murders in London was not being caused by poverty, but a distinctive black culture”, it made me take stock of the possibility of just how much truth and justification lies beneath his retort.
Tony Blair yesterday claimed the spate of knife and gun murders in London was not being caused by poverty, but a distinctive black culture. His remarks angered community leaders, who accused him of ignorance and failing to provide support for black-led efforts to tackle the problem.
One accused him of misunderstanding the advice he had been given on the issue at a Downing Street summit.
Black community leaders reacted after Mr Blair said the recent violence should not be treated as part of a general crime wave, but as specific to black youth. He said people had to drop their political correctness and recognise that the violence would not be stopped “by pretending it is not young black kids doing it”.
It needed to be addressed by a tailored counter-attack in the same way as football hooliganism was reined in by producing measures aimed at the specific problem, rather than general lawlessness.
Whereas I may not agree completely in pointing the finger solely at one community demographic, I do believe and wholeheartedly agree with his “Economic inequality” statement. Maybe if we did something about the unemployment and housing problems in the world, maybe we’d see a decline in violent crime.
To promote their latest shipping drive, the USPS have partnered with the Lucasfilm boys to bring us Star Wars themed stamps and what they’re calling “Jedi Shipping”. A Star Wars themed sweepstakes for a chance to win a trip for 4 to LA for a Star Wars IV celebration.
Anyway, the cool thing is that the USPS have transformed some mail boxes along the major streets in New York City into R2-D2 droids! This mailbox is right outside my office near the NewsCorp building.
Barack Obama, a man of integrity, vigor, and the epitomy of class. A man running for the White House, and one of the most talked about men in the world - could he be America’s first black President… I say yes.
…that was until I read an article about him supporting Ludacris on his “save the kids from HIV” campaign. You’re probably asking yourself why this would be a problem for me to deal with. Well, let’s look at Obama’s recent media nuances:
1. he called Imus’ comments regarding the basketball team “atrocious”
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2. supporting a rapper known for his less-than-politically-correct lyrics
So that would mean that I, as white as Casper’s left nut, could not say “ho” and get away with it. But if I was black with no talent, I could.
Unless you’ve been dead for the last week, you will have no doubt heard the ruckus going on pertaining to the outspoken radio host Don Imus, and his comments on the members of Rutgers University women’s basketball team, whom he described as “nappy-headed hos” the day after the team lost the NCAA championship to the University of Tennessee. Everyone from Al Sharpton and the NAACP to presidential candidate Senator Barack Obama has slammed the guy for his “racial slur”, and asking for his immediate firing.[provocative thought]
Above is video footage taken from a C-Span live broadcast showing various individuals discuss the aftermath of hurricane Katrina. The broadcast included some rather disturbing comments from a Kamau Kambon, author and owner of Blacknificent Books.
Watch the video, then tell me why this Zionist piece of shit can get away with saying that “the earth should be rid of all whites”, yet Imus is being slaughtered by the NAACP and the black community.
I must have been asleep when the term “racism” was defined as a white-against-black definition only.
It was about 12 or 13 years ago when my brother said to me, “I asked the DJ to play you a request…”
Uncle S and Aunt J’s wedding reception. For me it was the quintessentially-pivotal moment for my brother and I and our relationship. I realized only a few days ago how remarkably moving the song that he had play for me was going to be over a decade later.
“Brothers In Arms” is a lyrically moving tune from the Dire Straits boys, a song that I was unfortunately bereft of familiarity until that night.
Songs are interpreted in ways that are personally embraced, and this one took the liberty of affording me some tears that evening, and it still does to this day. I miss my brother, and I think he knows it. We have a strong, yet fragile past as brothers, and I wish at some level I could wind back the clock and have another go. Another chance at rolling the dice.
I miss you brother, I’ve missed you from the day I left for the RAF on March 3rd, 1992.
Some of you will be celebrating the day by having a feast of ham with family, and others by chomping on countless chocolate eggs. Church Mass and egg hunts - it’s a time for family and large get-togethers. However you celebrate, Happy Easter to you all!
I have mixed feelings on whether it’s indeed fair and appropriate to blame spates of crime upon a specific race, but when the Prime Minister of Great Britain claimed recently that “the spate of knife and gun murders in London was not being caused by poverty, but a distinctive black culture”, it made me take stock of the possibility of just how much truth and justification lies beneath his retort.
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