Yesterday was the third Monday in January, aka the day that we Americans celebrate the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., who needs no further introduction. Hopefully you had the day off work yesterday. If you didn't, you're probably at least mildly salty about it. Keepin' it 100, you're not "working on Christmas or New Year's" salty, but a little saltier than working on like Valentine's or Columbus Day. You guys with wack non-government jobs aren't my primary audience today anyway. In any case, I hope they paid you overtime.
Cuz dammit, if you make me work on Martin Luther King Day, best BELIEEEEVE I'm getting paid. F*** that volunteering s***, sorry for cussin.
Seriously, man. Everybody act like, "Oh, it's King Day, I gotta clean up a school and shit." Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck dat! I wasn't volunteering no damn way, and neither were you, so stop fronting because you feel guilty because you're nowhere near the humanitarian that MLK was. And that's okay! It's whatever! That's why we gave him a national holiday! Cuz most of us wouldn't do HALF of what Dr. King went through for ANYBODY. Real. Talk.
Not only that. The older black folks especially feel guilty because right after the man died, they rioted like it was going out of style. Major cities across America were being burned to the ground behind the rage, hurt and despair felt around the country when Dr. King was assassinated. But how did these fool ass colored folk riot? Did they go into white neighborhoods and tear shit up? Did they storm the steps of city hall? WRONG! WRONG! These ninjas went and destroyed all of THEIR OWN neighborhoods. The good ones! The affluent ones! The ones that had a future. Think about this next time you say, "dag Harlem/Chicago/Detroit/DC is f****d up, wonder what happened?" So our parents' generation had a lot of explaining to do. Still do, really, cuz those neighborhoods never recovered. And quite frankly y'all have had 40 years to fix them back up. Fine let's say 30, since everything got sidetracked with that whole "crack epidemic" that happened in the '80s, or so I hear (sarcasm).
So with this guilt, what do you do? You start listening to the radio and your local pastor or some other self-righteous nigga in kente cloth talking about, "It is a day ON, not a day OFF! This is what Dr. King's legacy is all about!"
Negro please. Got a point? Of course you do. But when is it that we ever really observe the true meaning of the holiday in question when that time comes around?
Do you work on Labor Day? Oh, you have a cookout, do you? Do you have a somber day at the VA hospital on Memorial Day? What was that? You go on vacation and then have a cookout? Well do you rape and pillage another culture on Columbus Day? Cuz if you did you're a dangerous felon and should be off the street, sicko.
Half of the people celebrating Christmas aren't even Christian, and on Valentine's Day you get wasted at a bar with your lonely self hoping some other lonely person with low self-esteem will sleep with you by the end of the night so you both don't slit your wrists from all the fake love and PDA swirling around you. But I digress.
What perplexes me though was the vehement opposition by certain white people to the recognition of the MLK holiday: John McCain of Arizona, President Ronald Reagan, the late Jesse Helms, who reminded voters that he tried to block the legislation with a 16-day filibuster. C'mon crackers. Are you so hateful that you won't accept a day off from work? A three-day weekend at that? So now they want you to volunteer. Tricking black people into working on King Day. EAT A DICK! Utah knew what time it was. They didn't wanna name it after Dr. King (Human Rights Day my ass!) but they were cool with the extended weekend.
So enjoy yourself! Pop the champagne! Pour it on some titties! Just don't start a fight at your local movie theater, he was a peaceful man.
So what she's white. This a day of racial harmony, people.
C4 2 Ya Door,
Mo Peace, No Wars