Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mayflower Beach Party

All the way to the proud rocks where starving religious refugees had their hides saved from starvation by some poor godless savages who already knew how to live and prosper in the forests of what we call NEW ENGLAND. (Run on sentence ? – deal with it)…. Generations of Proud and Puritanical Mayflower blood staking their claim on a New KINGDOM. No Dukes, Duchesses, Barons, Viscounts or Ladies in waiting here!!....No …this would be Utopia…Eden Reborn.. …..THANK YOU VERY MUCH!...Once we figure out this new geography and get rid of all the savage Brown people we’ll do nicely with our own aristocracy (which we’ll get up and running real quick using the same playbooks that PAPISTS, JEWS and MUSLIMS have been running up the score with for millennia) Yessiree, scare the poor and meek. Tell them their time is in the next life – but for right now – suffering will do you good. How noble is pain? But for these new Pharisees – preaching from their pious podiums in Primitive frontiers – why yes - of course – their word shall be sacred. We KNOW ALL. “My children, gather at my knees”. Hear me and fear me for the screeds I speak of shall still your quaking hearts as the jungle about you howls and screeches , spitting terror on your innocent face. Fecking Hell eh?..What better start than this?....frightened , starving lost souls ready for the first beast to leap and rip their sweating flesh ? Fucking Popes never had it so good…..Spanish Inquisition? Playing at best ..? Even odds….These New World hucksters?.... all of em rolling loaded dice……Climb to the top of this little pyramid?...”Baby gets new shoes for a dozen generations! “ Sing those hymns, burn some bitches (witches?)… On your knees for forty lashes…. Endless toil on deep soil… Leaves no time for thought Of Papist hearts a boil.. (Sing along now kidz !) Preachers Rising!!!! Amen… Slaves a- slaving Amen…. Life is good when you’ve got clergy telling lily white peasants shaking in their breeches about the god awful hell those large NEGRO men brought from the Dark Continent to settle in these soft golden fields …. (Richelieu Rising …!! SWEET irony….think those pure sweet white women didn’t fall asleep wondering on the African Muscle right outside their doors?) Mulatto?....Quadroon….Who slept with who after the sales in CONGO SQUARE? …..COMMERCIAL BREAK…. … (Red guy with horns) (Large red hands with super black fingernails grasping crotch) ….voice over… "I got your POPE right HERE " …..END BREAK BACK TO REGULAR PROGRAMMING….. Hell man we're just getting started!...who knows what treasure lies Beyond this temperate jungle….. Aboriginals lack gunpowder and metal….YEE HAAAA…!!!... We're the VARSITY on 100-0 roll!!... Little brown people…..?? PUH LEEZEE! Who the fuck cares about spices!...let the frigging Spaniards and Dutch have all that….This is LARGE TERRITORY… Hills and valleys fertile as theVIRGIN MARY…. Paint these peasants as the new children drowning in milk and honey….load up those ships with sheep fleeing Cromwell, Torquemada, Henry 1- 27 ? or George 5-56? (pick your syphilitic bastard) or Elizabeth 35-76? ( or whatever slut you can name who rolled in drunken rut with her brother )…. Put the spin on ….A NEW WORLD….come and settle in EDEN….. Hell man ….there's gotta be some gold around here somewhere! Ooopsss!!..Some dudes who were ENLIGHTENED made it over here before the purple gang put the lockdown on… Not exactly homeboys to the powdered wigs back in the old world…A little too greedy for their own good… Preaching some new scam….democracy… .no more monarchs….Having a sitdown on their own....Ocean is BIG…a little rough to enforce ….No pigeons flying with waxed royal scrolls…Team ENLIGHTENED on a new home field….. New Dudes quick on the draw …..Grab the best real estate.. Put the darkies to work and wham ….!!! Commodities flying out on the nearest barque and returning with some serious coin….Georgy Boy and the Frogs had a major beef goin down in the old hood across the pond….Kept them a little off their game…. Oh hell…let's get real G!...break it down old skool …just like back in the day…. Time was ripe for a new CREW staking out some long corners…OG'S baby….tagging the cow paths….this Is MY HOUSE!!! ….Cousin ain't gittin none….dumb ass fuck….throwin down with old skool pussies…. Cousin wouldn't see….This is a whole new game… Playas only….Keep yo stinky ass shit back in the projects….purple motherfuckers with they shiny buckle kicks heavy on yo neck….U too stupid to roll with us here ….Stay and suck that smog and drown in gin bee-yatch… New COLORS flying round heah… Aint it a bitch….some punk had to come round with his palms out..demanding the vig…for the purple crew…. Fuck this punk….Here's your vig ….dive in the harbor and get it…We done wit u….Homey's aint playin….. AHA…AHA….AHA….always gets to a smackdown…. But we wuz in game form….had a few scrimmages with the home team….learned some of they playbook… Old school purple had no idea how or when we wuz cummin….shit ….lavender lap-dancers couldn't see the ball till they was spun around by some nasty crossovers ….and no zebras to call fair or foul… No suh….no rulz heah….Aboriginal original ready to stuff your Head deep in those shiny boots….. Really?...gonna bring that Marquis the QUEEN shit to this hood?...No walkin it up and some UGLY SET SHOT….IT IS NOW SHOWTIME…. runnin and gunnin….fast breakin and dunkin all over yo slow fat ass…..OOPPSS!!!???? Thought the game was right here????….Moved it…your shot…. Go head…Y'all got 'HORS' and we got ? 'H'…. This is asphalt Baby….take your tired legs back to the slick dance floors you waltzed on with MOZART and those other boring ass German fucktards….Clock is running and the home team has drumming and tomahawks flying…..Look sharp….And pray your purple dandy pansies call you back to the continent for a little French kissing….. So pullz up yo breeches and haul yo sorry asses back to those bitch ass boats…. "And GEORGE ???" … "STAY THE FUCK OFF THIS BLOCK !!! " …. Stay tuned for the next chapter of Amerikan HIS STORY Peace OUT

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