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Posted: 11/12/2002 8:27:08 AM EST
a parody of: The Strong Black Woman is Dead! Author: Laini Mataka please do not link! Http://www.babysittersproductions.com/sbwid.htm The Strong White Man is Dead! Author: 308Wood On August 15, 1999 at 11:55 p.m., while struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, the strong white man passed away, without the slightest bit of hoopla. Medical sources say that he died of natural causes, but those who knew and used him know he died from: being silent when he should have been screaming, milling when he should have been raging, being sick and not wanting anyone to know because his pain might inconvenience them. An overdose of other people clinging on to him when he didn't even have energy for himself. He died from loving women who didn't love themselves and could only offer him a crippled reflection. He died from being alone while others raised his children and feeling hopeless he cound not be a parient. He died from the lies him grandfather told his father and his father told him about life, women and racism. He died from being sexually abused as a child and having to take that truth everywhere he went every day of him life, exchanging the humiliation for guilt and back again. He died from being shouted at by someone who claimed to love him and he allowed the shouting to go on to show he luvvvvvvvvv'd them too. He died from asphyxiation, coughing up blood from secrets he kept trying to burn away instead of allowing himself the kind of nervous break-down he was entitled to, but only minorities could afford. He died from being responsible, because he was the last rung on the ladder and there was no one under him that he could dump on. The strong white man is dead. He died from the monitary burden caused by millions of births of children on wealfare he never wanted but was forced feed by the strangling morality of those around him. He died from being a father at 15 and a grandfather at 30 and an ancestor at 45. He died from being dragged down and sat upon by un-evolved men posing as brothers. He died from pretending the life he was living was a Kodak moment instead of a 20th century, sharecropper's nightmare!!! He died from tolerating Mrs. Bitch, just to have a woman around the house. He died from sacrificing himself for everybody and everything when what he really wanted to do was be a singer, a dancer, or some magnificent other. He died from lies of omission because he didn't want to bring minorities down. He died from race memories of being snatched and snatched and raped and snatched and fired and snatched and evicted and snatched and beaten and snatched and worked to death. He died from tributes from him counterparts who should have been matching him efforts instead of showering him with dead words and empty songs. He died from myths that would not allow him to show any weakness without being chastised by the lazy and hazy. He died from hiding his real feelings until they became monstrously hard and bitter enough to invade his heart and soul like angry tumors. He died from always lifting something from heavy boxes to refrigerators. The strong white man is dead. He died from the punishments received from being honest about life, racism and women. He died from being called an ass hole for being verbal, a homophobe for being straight and a killer for protecting his own. He died from never being enough of what women wanted, or being too much for the women he wanted. He died from being too white and died again for not being white enuff. He died from castration every time somebody thought of him as only a man, or treated him like less than a man. He died from being misinformed about his mind, his body and the extent of his royal capabilities. He died from knees pressed too close together because respect was never part of the job being forced on him. He died from loneliness in combat and aloneness in trenches. He died of shock in court rooms when he sat, alone, watching his children being legally lynched. He died in bathrooms with his veins busting open with self-hatred and neglect. He died in his mind, fighting life, racism, and women, while his body was carted away and stashed in a human warehouse for the spiritually mutilated. And sometimes when he refused to die, when he just refused to give in he was killed by the lethal images of blonde hair, blue eyes and flat butts, rejected to death by the O.J.'s , the Quincey's, and the Poitier's. Sometimes, he was stomped to death by racism and sexism, executed by hi-tech ignorance while he carried his family, the community and the planet on his back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The strong silent, s**t-talking white man is dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Link Posted: 11/12/2002 8:28:46 AM EST
Sounds to me like he had low self esteem to begin with.
Link Posted: 11/12/2002 8:31:13 AM EST
no, he just needs Klingon porn!
Link Posted: 11/12/2002 8:56:52 AM EST
Link Posted: 11/12/2002 9:52:51 AM EST
Originally Posted By 308wood: no, he just needs Klingon porn!
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LO Freakin' L!
Link Posted: 11/12/2002 10:40:39 AM EST
The Strong White Man is dead, long live the limp-wristed, guilt-ridden, indecisive, fearful, tearful, everything-is-relative, there's-no-good-or-bad, Kumbaiya-singing, inner-child searching, feminine-side touching, cardigan-sweater-tied-around-the-neck can't-get-it-on-with-the-loosest-Klingon-slut-with-a-hundred-dollar-bill-taped-to-his-weenie liberal pansy.
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