Oh, alright, the title of this article is disgusting. Gay niggers for Jesus. What the hell is this all about!
Has anybody ever asked what if? What if black people have latched onto their commiserating friends and convenient victims, the gay people? Has anybody ever explored this question? How come Barney Frank is elevated to near guru status by the Democratic Party as though somehow being on the Banking Committee is commensurate with his background as a Harvard lawyer. I smell a hefty dose of bullshit around Mr. Frank, because typically lawyers know little if anything about finance other than how much money they can make for themselves. What the hell qualifies Barney Frank to be chairman of the House Banking Committee? Perhaps because he is Jewish? Excuse me, but this obviously won’t fly because that would be a stereotype that the Democrats typically don’t like to stick onto people.
No, the whole phenomenon of black liberation is predicated upon the linkage to other supposed downtrodden classes of people, most notably are the homosexuals. Oh, the poor homosexuals. They have it so bad. Black people rush to link up with them because it perpetuates and lends credence to their own sense of victimization. And by golly, the gay community rushes in and accepts the mantle of victimization because it will get them their fifteen minutes of fame. Forget about whether this fucks up the entire banking system, bails out millionaires on Wall Street, and saddles the taxpayers with mountains of debt. It’s all about the great pity party alliance of blacks and gays, alas running the country the way they envision it – a chicken in every bed and a Kleenex box near every wing back chair.
The whole gay experience leaves me perfectly cold. I understand it completely, which befuddles me, because my gay friends know that they will not receive special treatment from me. In a peculiar way, this attracts them to me more than their overtly gay friends, which of course leads to a deep resentment by the gay community. How is it that this straight acting man can woo queens over to his “side” and still not become a raging maniacal freak? Oh, but it is not only possible but is quite wonderful and extraordinary.
I treat everyone equally, which ironically is what the new national victim movement is trying to accomplish. To these radicals everyone has to be somehow coerced into believing what most people already accept. The phenomenon of what is called “Starbucks Republicans” is nothing less than a statement which lends itself to the equalization of information on all political levels, i.e., the Freedom of Information Act with a double shot of espresso. There are no more secrets in the Information Age, but there is still a thing called self-respect, and as a result of which there is respect of others.
Perhaps I am the problem with why there is the rise of the Obama phenomenon. I exude acceptance as though it were normal and pan-national. I make it look easy, which it is not. We at The Daily Nigger actually assume that people are open-minded, which of course assumes that people have a reasonably developed mind in the first place. We take nothing for granted, yet we assume many things. Perhaps it is our fault that we assumed that people could see beyond race and understand the dilemma facing America in the scurrilous age of mass media-imposed political correctness.
We strive to be ourselves because that is what is demanded of a good writer. In order to be appealing to the public, The Daily Nigger must speak from the heart and express thoughts that are the innermost and heartfelt sentiments that one holds dear. We know that the way to a reader’s heart is through intimacy and honesty. We are the greatest hooker in the world, the Deep Throat of post-modern intellectualism, and the Long Dong Silver of western ideologies. We hold back nothing and speak from our inner fiber. Our emotions run deep, yet our remarks are as relevant as the feeling one gets from having stepped into a mud puddle on what was otherwise a casual stroll. We want to excite our readers with the truth by letting you step into the darkness where we also peruse.
How appropriate it is to write such remarks on Halloween, the quintessential national holiday of reincarnation. It is possible to die and be born again in the same life. Perhaps this is the message of Jesus after all, and it is also appropriate for those who feel they must go down the path of mutual self-pity. Because there is not merit in worthlessness no more than there is no sensibility in self-aggrandizement. The entire human self-absorption routine is fruitless and pointless, and in the end we are all people who are judged based upon our actions.
It’s awful to be called a nigger, and it’s equally as bad to be singled out as being gay. Not everyone who is black thinks about the color of their skin, and not everyone who is gay thinks about their sexual orientation either. The whole equality movement is a forgone conclusion, because once the discussion of it starts it is already over. The mere act of bringing up the topic of inequality is an act of equalization. It is almost laughable if the exchange of ideas on the topic lasts more than one sentence. In short, it becomes ridiculous to discuss such matters which otherwise are not even worth a discussion in the first place.
They can take affirmative action and ditch it for all I’m concerned. And they can take the gay marriage agenda and ditch that, too. I haven’t met a heterosexual yet who isn’t either happy enough in their marriage that they don’t talk about it at all, or they are so stridently committed to being alone that a team of horses couldn’t drag them to the altar. And for those who want divorce there is that, too. But of course that is a legal matter, which is not an emotional issue at all and divorce isn’t or shouldn’t be taken to heart otherwise it is advisable to either check oneself into their local police department or make up with their ex spouse.
To be treated like or called a nigger is a referendum on ones overt feeling of self-pity and as a result entitlement to things which are not theirs to begin with. To constantly draw attention to ones sexual orientation is the equivalent of being called a nigger, however, it is calculated and intentional rather than the reverse. For some odd reason blacks have joined with gays and vice versa to ride the great wave of pity that has somehow convinced Americans that the conversation we all must have regarding race and sexuality is not only necessary but is righteous.
Perhaps this is why I refuse to back either of the mainstream media’s anointed candidates. I do not want my viewpoint hijacked and packaged into a trite advertising campaign. I do not want to join with the multitudes of others whose ideas have been formed as a result of network news reports. I don’t want my relationships to be guided by ideologies that are not my own. In short, I do not want to be treated like a nigger. I will not allow my innermost feelings to become a tool of media exploitation so that I can somehow gloat at the presence of my opinions being expressed by highly paid, well-groomed talk show hosts. I don’t want my views to be mainstream, but rather I want them to be mine just as I would want yours to be yours as well.
The revulsion with which people have viewed third party candidates is a perfect reflection of how hard the two main parties want to woo these so-called independent voters to their side. It is as though the two parties are desperately trying to portray themselves as the torch bearer of things to come, when actually they are no more than that which has already passed. I do not care to align myself with any political movement simply because they are for or against an issue involving race or sexual orientation. To me, the whole idea is senseless, and to prove the point I chose to vote for Ron Paul on a write-in ballot. I haven’t heard him say a word about race or sex, and frankly this is the way it ought to be. But of course, people have to play the victim card on either side in order to dramatize the issue to the point of ridiculousness. To that I ask, what would Jesus do? And on that note I feel damn proud for the way I have behaved during this election.
-TDN



































