Sean Taylor Is Dead

Sean Taylor is dead.

Nothing will change.

We will continue to raise a nation of bastards.

We will continue to purchase the records and images of those exhorting us to self-destruction.

We will continue to go to the corner store, play the number, get a Fo-Zero, get budded, get zooted, live meaningless lives and die worthless deaths.

Our children will continue to grow up unattended, uneducated, and unable to see beyond the boundaries of a prison/gangsta lifestyle.

Our women will continue to play willing breeders to ignorant, uneducated, criminal profligates.

Our "men" will continue to sire progeny with no thought for what happens after the sex act is completed beyond "holla back atcha boy."

Our children will continue to sample from the buffet of drugs available to them because there are no adults telling them otherwise.

Our children will continue to sample from the buffet of drugs available to them because all they see are adults doing those same drugs in front of them.

We will continue to demand rights that we have no right to demand.

We will continue to blame white people dead for six or seven generations for things that were never done to us personally.

Here's a hint: THE GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN OF THE LAST OF THE SLAVEHOLDERS ARE ALL DEAD.

Here's another one: slavery, Jim Crow, and segregation did not stop a man from achieving.

Frederick Douglass, an escaped slave, became one of our nation's greatest abolitionist orators in the midst of the federal and legal fact of slavery.

Therefore, I will here nothing from MC Such-And-Such who dropped out of high school because "the white kids in the 'burbs had laptops and we only had water-stained dictionaries."

Malcolm X had a dictionary as well.

But our children will not read.

They won't read because their parents and grandparents did not read.

They will not read because their great-grandmother, 44 years old and on disability, did not read.

They will have cell phones.

They will have Prada and Nike.

They will have Jordans (23" rims on their cars) and their rides will bang (500 watts in the trunk).

They will dance to Souljah Boy.

They will smoke the herb and sell the rock to their own children.

They will continue to fill our prisons...deservedly so.

The next man who says that blacks are overrepresented in prison gets kicked in the nuts by me, followed closely by a night spent on the corner of 6 Mile and Gratiot in Detroit.

Should said idiot survive to the next morning, he will become the J. Paul Getty of building super-max prisons.

He would be right to do so.

My people are a nation of drunks, drug addicts, whores, profligates, bastards, rapists, thieves, drug dealers, and murderers...and we are stupid enough to believe that this is a good thing.

If you don't believe me, please check out the lyrics of the latest rap album of your choice.

Sean Taylor is dead.

Not a damn thing will change.

And just so you know, I burned my James Brown pass on the way out, and the only way I'm coming back is with an airstrike.

Sean Taylor is dead.

Y'all can have it.

I'm out.