And before some of the more ignorant among you fix your lips to tell the “that’s they way they did it on the Continent” lie, knowing full well you have zero basis for your argument, note the following:
- The “skirts” (Shendyts) worn in Ancient Egypt were created to help people beat the heat
- There were no pants, back then. Even if there had been, no one would have worn them, because it was too damn hot.
So, that takes care of that weaker-than-a-wet-paper-bag argument.
Interestingly enough, the women of Ancient Egypt almost always wore dresses and skirts, so there’s nothing new, there.
Fast forward to the 21st century, where garments are made for form, function, occasion, and whimsy, and the defense for this “Dude Looks Like a Lady” foolishness grows weaker and weaker.
In the 21st century (you know, the particular era we happen to find ourselves living in?), Black males are not wearing skirts because it’s too hot to wear anything else.
Black males are not wearing skirts because the only alternative is walking around buck-ass naked.
And Black males are certainly not wearing skirts because there’s no such thing as pants.
No, no, NAW.
Black males are wearing skirts for one reason, and one reason only: Because they want to.
And why do they want to do that? Why do they believe wearing attire specifically designed for the female body is an acceptable practice?
Because White Supremacy – as population control – TOLD them it was.
Because population control (eugenics) is in “effect” mode.
If it’s not the disproportionate African American abortion rate, it’s the de-masculinization of the Black male.
Remember, statistics reveal that by 2043, People of Color in the U.S. will outnumber the Non-Melanated among us.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
So the homosexual (white supremacist) agenda reveals its true endgame, when it comes to the impact it has on our people: The MASS GENOCIDE OF AFRICAN AMERICANS BY TURNING THE BLACK MALE INTO A BLACK FEMALE.
Here’s why the plan just might work: Conscious Sisters want Conscious Brothers, period. We have no desire, whatsoever to be in romantic relationships with – or procreate with, for that matter – adult males who are not only playing “dress up”; they’re playing “Barbie”, to boot.
A Black woman wants to be in a relationship with a Black man, not some stankin’ ass overgrown boy confused by what he should do in the bedroom. (Here’s a hint: It ain’t bend over.)
So, if I refuse to date a Brother who’s not only determined to look prettier than I do, but also has the gall to be offended because I don’t share his sentiment, and I have the Spiritual and Cultural awareness to know I can’t in good conscience reproduce with the descendants of the people who raped, murdered, and otherwise brutalized my Ancestors, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?
The only thing I can do: NOTHING.
If I can’t enter into a Righteous Union with a Black Man that will produce a child who could very well be the One who helps to free our people from the wretchedness of our circumstances, all I’d be doing is adding to our collective burden.
And Sisters with Consciousness understand there’s too much at stake to accept such a poisonous compromise.
I must admit: This is a pretty neat trick.
White Supremacy has Negroes believing that a refusal to accept perversion of this magnitude – given our history in this country – makes us hypocrites of the highest order.
How can we discriminate against others, when we ourselves know what it’s like to be discriminated against?
Apparently, the only way to prove we’re not operating a double standard is to blindly accept Black males’ programmed fascination with all things effeminate and non-masculine.
It’s a powerful argument to be sure: After all, there’s a certain degree of comfort in groupthink, and no one wants to be the odd man out, even if it puts him on the wrong side of the Creator and the Ancestors.
Unfortunately, more than a few of my People will go along with this senselessness, oblivious to the Spiritual compromise they’re making.
A compromise that will only lead to our destruction.
And that, my friends, is THE plan.