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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