Blacks Have More Important Issues Than Skin Color Of Santa Claus

I often wonder why the majority of blacks pride themselves in being miserably lost. I wonder at what point, if ever, the lights will go on upstairs, and as a people they will realize their need for Christ Jesus and the need to embrace modernity.

Now, obviously, I’m not making a blanket statement about all Americans of color, but I am making a statement about the majority. I’m saying what people given to cogent, reasoned, common sense thought are afraid to say. I’m willing to say what needs to be said because if I don’t, who will? I’m willing to bluntly say what needs to be said because where has cautious, politically correct, afraid-to-hurt-someone’s-feelings gotten blacks today? Has it abated their animus and antipathy toward people who have done them no harm, and in truth, want only for them to succeed?

Among the most recent stupidity that the racialist haters are clamoring about is their angst over the color of Santa Claus and Jesus. The depth of duplicitous ignorance and commonality pursuant to same is unparalleled, yet many blacks are only too happy to foolishly jump on the bandwagon.

I’ve written pieces over the past few days that have ruffled the feathers of chicken blacks who use phony IDs and email addresses to attempt to insult me without exposing themselves. One such is the following from a cowardly person who was too much of a chicken dirt to use their real name. The coward wrote: “You are nothing but a grotesque, nugatory, uneducated, Uncle Tom, house slave trash sucking off the rancid ego of anti-American, uneducated, Nazi white trash barbarians. Better to be a liberal than the opposite which is a fascist you illiterate, anti-American, Nazi parasite.” It is from someone using the email address of liberty13@hushmail.com. The coward was upset because I wrote a syndicated column titled, “If America Is So Bad, Why Stay?” (http://newdailyrant.wpengine.com/if-america-is-so-bad-why-stay/) This person called me names but they didn’t answer my question.

I’ve been called everything under the sun and then some. I don’t lose sleep over what monosomic cretins, suffering from intrauterine torsion severe to the point that it has progressed to shutting off the oxygen supply to what minuscule brains they may have, call me.

As Shelby Steele once said to me, “I’m the freest of them all” because I’m not shackled to a mindset that is self-limiting and self-defeating. I say the most wonderful aspect of freedom is freedom. I’m free to think and view things outside the matrix of inculcated persecution. I do not wake up nor go to bed cringing about the white man being out to get me. I view myself as an American, not some inferior, faux hyphenation, clinging to some mythical “motherland” that many of them couldn’t find on a map. America is my home, and I’m proud to be an American. I do not place ethnicity over nationality, nor should anyone who calls themselves American.

Blacks are upset with me (which is pretty much an ongoing thing) because I speak the truth they refuse to reconcile. The coward who wrote the puerile epithets I included above, went to great effort in an attempt to insult me because of what I wrote. Which is emblematic of black antipathy for truth when it is about them and their rejection of modernity.

I submit that the majority of blacks have more to be concerned about than the skin color of Santa Claus. Blacks need to be concerned about the fact that they lead the nation in single parent households, incarceration, out-of-wedlock births and abortions, they lead the nation in school dropout rates, and children being raised by grandparents, aunts/uncles because the child’s parents have abandoned them, are in prison, or dead. Black-on-black crime results in approximately 8,000 black deaths annually — and these knuckleheads are worried about the skin color of Santa Claus?

I submit their time would be better spent learning English as their first language juxtaposed to ebonics. I submit that their time would be better spent pulling their pants up around their waists with the assistance of a belt instead of walking around clutching the front of their pants so the pants can hang off their behinds. I submit their time would be better spent working to obtain marketable linguistic skills, marketable educational skills, marketable social skills, and marketable employment skills. I argue that the aforementioned should be more important than what color Santa Claus is.

I submit that they should focus on not having multiple children all of whom have a different father rather than focusing on what color Santa Claus is.

The person whose email I included above is a blind coward challenged and/or convicted by the truth of my words. He can hide behind an anonymous email, but that doesn’t change the truth of what I have been saying. Calling me names doesn’t improve their station in life. Calling me names doesn’t reduce their feelings of inferiority that lead to their attempts to scurrilously rebuke me.

Anywhere I go in the world, I am Mychal Massie: a Christian man and an American. Everywhere they go, their color precedes them because they’ve bought the lie that their value (or lack thereof) is based on the color of their skin. What a demeaning way for them to live. Those Americans of color who have separated from that mindset know exactly what I am speaking about.

And in closing, as for what color Jesus was and is — I submit that they would be much better off embracing what Jesus said pursuant to the salvation of their souls and where they will spend eternity than embracing specious concern over the color of His skin. All those who agree, signify by refusing to be bullied into going along with politically correct racialists.