Tony Pierce gets on Kwanzaa
with a 2-by-four. With a tactical nuke. Stomps all over it. There is just nothing left but atoms
when Mr. Pierce gets through.
wilton north of beverly has some kickass homes. two million dollar ones. million dollar ones. big ones. bigger ones.
on some of the huge ones i saw some equally huge christmas decorations. i saw a blowup snowman that was at least a story tall and twenty feet wide.
i saw christmas lights the size of footballs.
and yes, i saw some gigantic images of santa claus.
of all the people in the world who should be saying, man im glad you were born, my lord, it would be them.
but instead they celebrate the birth of their messiah with huge images of winnie the pooh wearing a fake white beard
and then theres kwanza.
one thing black people can do well is praise jesus. we do it better than anyone in the world. the music we make when we do it might be the most magical of all music, the preachers we have might be the best there ever were, and the clothes we wear to church are the sharpest.
then on the flip side we have our brothers and sisters who are muslim, and watch them pray. they win at praying. they win at pilgrimiging. they win at letting their spirituality become a solid and regular part of their lives.
with those two options, theres no need for any damn kwanza. some watered down bullshit made up strip mall phony holiday so you can wear a koofi? fuck that shit. we need to focus up on the biggest birthday of the year. we dont need no stinkin kwanza getting in the way.
(Found the link on VodkaPundit