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Tuesday, November 17, 2015

{THE ENEMY AND THE WISE FOOL} A SHORT AND COMPREHENSIVE ANALYSIS OF WHAT AILS THE AFRICAN IN TODAY'S SOCIETY...


 {THE ENEMY AND THE WISE FOOL} A SHORT AND COMPREHENSIVE ANALYSIS OF WHAT AILS THE AFRICAN IN TODAY'S SOCIETY...



We the former denizens of Africa seem to have so many problems with recognizing our true enemy. The one right under our noses. Since our forced introduction into western colonization we have been programmed and bred to pass along certain traits and traditions that keep us lagging economically and socially. The enemy recognizing the depth of the conditioning uses it at all times to keep the African people fighting and at each others throats.
The conditioning is so rooted that a black person will lay down their life to go and fight for the enemy, they will do so in the name of democracy even when its clear that the way they are treated is not democratically. They will praise the enemy and even use his image to portray their god because this is what they were taught to do. Not because its right but because its all that they know. They will not read anything but what the enemy has ordained pure, even when it's clear its not.
They will clean for the enemy, cook for the enemy and arrest their own kind for the enemy even when it apparent that the enemies system is the biggest part of their condition,
In many ways the African people have become their own worst enemy.
This kind of thinking is contrary to self preservation but the African people are so lost that they will not listen to an African that makes sense unless he or she is endorsed by the enemy. He will overlook scientific fact as well as archaeological proof unless it is authorized by the enemy. He will kill his brother, his son or his neighbor to protect these lies, he uses them to justify his distorted beliefs because in many ways he is so afraid of himself or herself becoming free.
He has been trained this way over a period of 500 years and more and from the way the situation looks it will take him this long to break the cycle. So sad that it looks like he will not survive to see it given the death and incarceration of young black males raised under this system of ideology. At the rate that things are going he will be bred out further through interracial relationships and homosexuality which are being pushed heavily in our communities through aggressive ad campaigns which belittle the black woman and man and make them seem unsuitable to each other, which make them see African traits as undesirable.
If this trend continues there will be no African race to talk about within 100 years.
The only way that this situation can and will be reversed is through education and resistance as far as the enemy is concerned.
Teach the youth the truth because the adults seem to be to fearful to listen and try something new, Especially since the old has clearly not gotten us anywhere.
Now these are my views and I am sure that there is some preacher or teacher or charlatan out there somewhere who will dispute and refute them, but if you look carefully you will see that every point I made is true to fact.
The proof is you and the African next to you.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

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THE MUSIC FOR THIS MUSE...
Here I am lost in these thoughts of you, semi hard and perusing you naked in my mind.
My mouth watering cause I'm so hungry....
Just a taste.
Here I am wanting to touch my raging hard on to your lips... upper and nether regions.
To feel your slick and fluid wet.
Here I am feeling like I could beat it till you lie back and sigh.
Punani jumping and thumping.
Rubbing my cum into your skin, satisfaction carved on your face.
I contemplating your lines... Manhood wet on my thigh, semi hard and reflecting the friction.
Such pleasant memories of a short time ago.
Rubbing your belly as I talk to you...
Hypnotic and biologic.
Smelling of the sex that lingers in the air.
Here I am needing you so, been so damn long... Been so damn long.
Fire roaring in my veins... lava threatening to erupt explosively.
Cover the landscape in our cream.
Here I am...
Where are you?
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY