I enjoy the reality of life when it pisses on the saucer of the patricians and they have to pretend it is lemon for their tea, instead of urine. They have all of those stereotypes how all blacks are the same and steer or cow the conversation that no one shall ever use the word Nigger, when they use alternatives in worse ways with that Designer Negro Obama when he was above the soil line.
In that, what could be more racist and genocidal, than to install an illegitimate Obama whose heritage is namely Asian, as an American black, and then send him to communist organize all the Afroids of Chicago to vote for their own genocide by replacing them with Mexican slave labor.
In reasonable logic, that is delusion at best, stupidity at the center and pure insanity, and yet the black votes 98% in this as a platoon of primates, and the hillarity of it all, is anyone trying to save the black from their own destruction by this feudal order is branded racist by the genocidists behind all of this.
Enter into this a favorite of this blog in William, no last name though, just a Texan transplanted to Mexico and featured in the Pony Tracks book by the renowned American artist, Frederic Remington. I invest a great deal of time on Remington, because for an eastern dolt, Western common sense rubbed off on him, and he had this thinking brain on right, even in some cases his patrician comes leaking out of his mouth too much.
So William, let us call him, William Y as Macolm was X, lived in Mexico and worked for Texas Jack, who went there to be feudal lord in running a ranchero bigger than most eastern states. William did the house host work, without ever working at the adobe, but stayed in town to meet the trains and attend to Texas Jack's friends......for you could not make William's list unless you were on Jack's list first.
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William was so black that he would make a dark hole in the night, and the top of his head was not over four and a half feet above the soles of his shoes. His legs were all out of drawing, but forty-five winters had not passed over him without leaving a mind which, in its sphere of life, was agile, resourceful, and eminently capable of grappling with any complication which might arise. He had personal relations of various kinds with every man, woman, and child whom we met in Mexico. He had been thirty years a cook in a cow camp, and could evolve banquets from the meat on a bull’s tail, and was wont to say, “I don’ know so much ’bout dese yar stoves, but gie me a camp-fire an’ I can
Frederic Remington. Pony Tracks (Kindle Locations 892-897).
This was the "gentleman's gentleman" for Texas Jack and he did a fair job on his bowed legs, got that way by a bronco who unstraightened his lower appendages not the way God made them.
For that reason, William always rode a burro, no matter condition or ridicule. William was always on a burro.
He is some odd way, could make Mexicans do just about anything in low tones of talking at them, from peons meant to fetch firewood or Dons on rancheros meant to give over their beds to America friends of Texas Jack.
He seemed to understand commerce of sorts as well as time, as he had a broken watch whose hands swung like a compass, but would always pull it out when asked for the time, prop it up to study the sun, and then give a within an hour time of what time it was. The Mexicans he was always attempting to sell the watch to though, never seemed to buy the thing.
William was afraid of horses, but that was about it for this cowboy or cook, as he could talk to Texas Jack with the same ease as he did an Indian kid. Remington sums it up best in this.
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That he possessed tact I have shown, for he was the only man at Bavicora whose relations with the patron and the smallest, dirtiest Indian “kid,” were easy and natural. Jack said of his popularity, “He stands ’way in with the Chinese cook; gets the warm corner behind the stove.” He also had courage, for didn’t he serve out the ammunition in Texas when his “outfit” was in a life-and-death tussle with the Comanches? did he not hold a starving crowd of Mexican teamsters off the grub-wagon until the boys came back?
Frederic Remington. Pony Tracks (Kindle Locations 919-923).
William also had a most interesting idea about his Negroid race, as this self made man never much cared for blacks. If he might return home to Brazos, Texas, it was William who was on the inside looking at all the darkies look inside to his house.
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William never admitted any social affinity with Mexicans, and as to his own people he was wont to say: “Never have went with people of my own color. Why, you go to Brazos to-day , and dey tell you dere was Bill, he go home come night, an’ de balance of ’em be looking troo de grates in de morning.” So William lives happily in the “small social puddle,” and always reckons to “treat any friends of Mister Jack’s right.”
That though changed in the social affinity he would choose in matrimony. Apparently William fell on hard times in America, where he had saved 400 dollars, got himself a girl to marry, was going to open a road house and have all the trappings, when his employer fled to Mexico with his money, and for some reason the girl parted ways with the now poor Darkie, and with that William ended up in employ of Texas Jack in Mexico.
Things did take a turn though for the better and Remington concludes the tale of William in this way around a campfire with Texas Jack being generous.
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“Mist’ Jack, I’s got a girl. She’s a Mexican.” “Why, William, how about that girl up in the Brazos?” inquired the patron, in surprise. “Don’t care about her now. Got a new girl.”
“Well, I suppose you can have her, if you can win her,” replied the patron. “Can I, sah? Well, den, I’s win her already, sah—dar!” chuckled William.
“Oh! very well , then, William, I will give you a wagon, with two yellow ponies, to go down and get her; but I don’t want you to come back to Bavicora with an empty wagon.”
“No, sah ; I won’t, sah,” pleasedly responded the lover.
“Does that suit you, then?” asked the patron.
“Yes, sah; but, sah, wonder, sah, might I have the two old whites?”
“All right! You can have the two old white ponies;” and, after a pause, “I will give you that old adobe up in La Pinta, and two speckled steers; and I don’t want you to come down to the ranch except on baile nights , and I want you to slide in then just as quiet as any other outsider,” said the patron, who was testing William’s loyalty to the girl.
“All right! I’ll do that.”
“William, do you know that no true Mexican girl will marry a man who don’t know how to ride a charger?” continued the patron, after a while.
“Yes; I’s been thinking of dat; but dar’s dat Timborello, he’s a good horse what a man can ’pend on,” replied William, as he scoured at the pan in a very wearing way.
“He’s yours, William; and now all you have got to do is to win the girl.”
Frederic Remington. Pony Tracks (Kindle Locations 933-970).
William Y for the most part is the Darkie all the liberals grew up with as children who took care of them and explained things to them in juvenile ways to always appear so wise to the little Chris Matthews mind, while the parents swatted him and called him a dumb ass.
William is also the quintessential Jack n Jill brown bag elitist like the too dark Oprah Winfrey, in they never associate with their kind, but always have traded up to white folks, like that Chinoid Birther Hussein Obama did in a racism which is the American Afroid.
William though was nothing at all like an Oprah or an Obama, as he was never a token in the Letterman cocktail crowd like Danny Glover put into movies, because they needed a darkie to make the darkies buy the tickets.
Yes you see the stereotype all the time, even in Dexter 6th season in it is the black preacher sent to save the white heathens in having all the answers with dat Willem shuffle in der talkin' while the problem is those uninspired Tom Hanks children needing a Latin Edward James Olmos to send them to greater hells.
William is not in the least like the American Afroid though in he worked, was self made and by racism never wanted a thing to do with his own race as he knew what they were. He wanted better things in life, and better to William was working for the white boss and marrying a seniorita, as he did the "butlerin'" the only way he knew how.
Yes the Afroid would call him "uncle Tom" as they always do to the uppity nigger, but William was a real black in being darker than a brown bag, and he never wore Oprah make up trying to look white and he never was Asian yellow like Birther Obama wearing black face paint trying to pass black.
You never find real history in any books after 1950 in America. The real history is locked away in pages of the people who actually told the truth before telling lies all the time was in vogue as it is now.
It is what it is though, and I delight in William Y, as he fits nothing the patrician cares to face up to in reality that blacks acted this way, talked this way and were not the majority in working for themselves in those who did, did not want to be around blacks who were stupid, lazy and just sex crazed.
Yes that Darkie is one castigated by the Afroid as that Darkie wanted nothing to do with what he pulled himself out of.
Too much reality for print as it is all now one big fiction, as the black individual does not exist in the 98% voting block cheered for voting for it's own genocide.
nuff said
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