Until the lion learns to speak, the glory of the hunt will always go to the hunter.

Django Unchained: A short synapses….

Set in the South two years before the Civil War, Django is a slave whose brutal history with his former owners lands him face-to-face with German-born bounty hunter Dr. King Schultz. Schultz is on the trail of the murderous Brittle brothers, and only Django can lead him to his bounty. The unorthodox Schultz acquires Django with a promise to free him upon the capture of the Brittles – dead or alive. Success leads Schultz to free Django, though the two men choose not to go their separate ways. Instead, Schultz seeks out the South’s most wanted criminals with Django by his side. Honing vital hunting skills, Django remains focused on one goal: finding and rescuing Broomhilda, the wife he lost to the slave trade long ago. Django and Schultz’s search ultimately leads them to Calvin Candie, the proprietor of “Candyland,” an infamous plantation where slaves are groomed by trainer Ace Woody to battle each other for sport. Exploring the compound under false pretenses, Django and Schultz arouse the suspicion of Stephen, Candie’s trusted house slave. Their moves are marked, and a treacherous organization closes in on them. If Django and Schultz are to escape with Broomhilda, they must choose between independence and solidarity, between sacrifice and survival.

django unchained

The on going controversy regarding the making of Django unchained, whether Torrentino was making a slave redemption movie or a blaxslpoitation has pitted various individuals from our community against each other. It has even embolden Caucasians to wade in and accuse one side of being “racist”, or infantile in their review, while knee-grows go into attack mode demanding that such prominent personalities like Spike Lee to shut up and stop being jealous.  When such luminaries like Dick Gregory can accuse Spike Lee of being a “Punk”, after HE has seen Django 12 times and thought it moved him like nothing before. When fellow directors like Antoine Fuqua can tell Spike Lee to shut up, what we are seeing is a classic case of knee-grows gone crazy. First let me say that Spike Lee is an arrogant prick and does exhibit tinges of Jealousy when he publicly castigates his contemporariness, most notably Tyler Perry, instead of being a man and discuss his concerns about Perry’s choices to the man’s face. Secondly I sincerely believe Spike suffers from a 20th Century disease called, the comfort of success. I remember when Spike burst on the scene as a breath of fresh Air, with an innovative style and type of movies, reminiscent of Melvin Van Peebles. Later he morphed into a modern day Oscar micheaux. Spike Lee was hailed as a New Jack director for a New Jack generation that maybe didn’t overstand perhaps the greatest director in the 20th century…Charles Burnett. Raise your hand if you know Charles Burnett. Raise a black fist if you have seen ANY of Charles Burnett’s films. I thought so!

Until the lion learns to speak, the glory of the hunt will always go to the hunter.

I have personally seen most of Charles Burnett’s film except my, brothers wedding and Namibia, a tale of the revolution and subsequent liberation of Namibia from under the jackboots of Imperial invader devils called the Baors. Spike Lee is in good company as a director, so it boggles my mind when a bitch ass cunt like Antoine Fuqua would be so disrespectful as to tell the man who influenced his own film making career to shut up. It shows the disconnect between the young people and the respect that they fail to show to their elders. Anybody that directed a piece of shit like training day that promotes the worst of stereotypes when we needed a balanced movie experience to show we are not all thugs, shouldn’t be telling anybody to shut up. Likewise Dick Gregory’s rambling is evidence that no amount of healthy living can completely erase the sickness of niggerdom from a group who grew up under Jim Crow and anti-African hatred at its most visible. When he called Spike a punk for making a “classless movie” like She’s got to have it and a thug for showing the main character wearing  a zoot suite in Malcolm X , Gregory destroyed any point he was trying to make. The final dirty on that rant was when he said he say Django 12 times and it profoundly affected him in a way he never experienced and caused me to realize that Dick is ready to be put out to pasture. Eskimos do it, why not us?

Anyway this post is not so much about the flack that Spike Lee got for panning this movie, but the vast amount of interest that knee-grows show to it and the almost orgasmic love they give to this “nigger” baiting Khazaar, who remains unashamed and undaunted in his usage of this anti-African term, as long as he has some knee-grows ass in his movies. This bitch ass mutherfucker when questioned about his use of the word, proceeded to use it over and over again in front of the media demons, to the point I knew his teeth got whiter (Que Paul Mooney). You see there is nothing special about Django Unchained. All it is, is a western movie, with a main knee-grow character. Nothing special about the killing that one couldn’t get from a Sam Peckinpah or Charles Bronson movie so many years ago. This Khazaar sold this movie as first a redemption movie of revenge and second as a love reunion movie. yet the movie was rift with the visceral images of brutality perpetuated against the freedom fighters and the children of the freedom fighters stolen from Alkebulan in her war against European imperialism and piracy. Also the movie was lost in the amount of times the word nigger was said, you thought you were at a Source award show. In the twilight zone of  what the fuck? Idiots not only defend Torrentino’s usage of that debasing word numerous times, but point to knee-grows who use it and their own defence of using it. Notice that Yurugu never, clumps all his serial killers, child molesters or anti social members into the larger group, yet with our indulgence he is free to lump our degenerate and social refuse into the larger group. Yes! any knee-grow that defends using that debasing term as some term of endearment is a social refuse, that contributes nothing other than taking up space.

We’ve been proud of calling ourselves the niggers, niggaz and niggahs that it is fitting that I drop the deepest poem/rap/gospel/word speak ever,  on those waste of space…

The Last Poets – Niggers Are Scared Of Revolution

Left out of this particular video is the following line….

Niggers fuck. Niggers fuck, fuck, fuck
Niggers love the word fuck
They think it’s so fuckin’ cute
They fuck you around
The first thing they say when they’re mad: ‘Fuck it’
You play a little too much with them
They say ‘Fuck you’
When it’s time to TCB,
Niggers are somewhere fucking
Try to be nice to them, they fuck over you

Niggers don’t realize while they doin’ all this fucking
They’re getting fucked around
And when they do realize it’s too late
So niggers just get fucked up

Niggers talk about fucking
Fuckin’ that, fuckin’ this, fuckin’ yours, fuckin’ my sis
Not knowing what they’re fucking for
They ain’t fucking for love and appreciation
Just fucking to be fucking.

Niggers fuck white thighs, black thighs, yellow thighs, brown thighs
Niggers fuck ankles when they run out of thighs
Niggers fuck Sally, Linda, and Sue
And if you don’t watch out
Niggers will fuck you!
Niggers would fuck ‘Fuck’ if it could be fucked
But when it comes to fucking for revolutionary causes
Niggers say ‘Fuck revolution!’
Niggers are scared of revolution

 To me this sums up knee-grows, especially those in the entertainment industry, the horse and pony show that today is entertaining the Roman public. We’re always fucking around. We fuck around by giving license to dogs like Torrentino to further debase us, laugh in our face as we fawn over him, while he banks some more paper.  Do you know he uses nigger numerous times in reservoir dogs? Can you count how many of us are major or minor players in that movie? Ditto for Jacky Brown, Pulp Fiction,etc…why? Lately Hollyweired has become embolden to produce more slave themed movies and so many of us, starved for big bucks and recognition on the plantation have signed up for them. Where are our griots?

Until the lion learns to speak, the glory of the hunt will always go to the hunter.

Where are our story tellers? In ancient Alkebulan, the story teller is a very powerful person. In his or her hands lies the power to crush a people, fill them with disappear or hope, rally them against odds or pass on a love for ourstory and our culture. We know that the best way to overcome an oppressor’s  foreign culture is to live our own. Where are our story tellers?

Come February we will happily send our children to the killing fields to tell them fairy tales of being born in a cotton patch, or in a sugar field. These satanic forces will tell us “Lincoln freed the slaves” and Martin Luther King had a dream and “slavery” happened long ago, and we are now free, and the cow jumped over the moon and the dish run-a-way with the spoon.  And when little Truemika or Deshawn (y’all know that knee-grows balk at names from Alkebulan but will curse their children with some fucked up mishmash of names) comes home and talks about two mommies and two daddies and tell us that “Africa is a country” and they were savages. And just like Souljah Boy they too will give a shout out to the slave masters who brought us over here to make our lives better. Movies like Django unchained are a result of us not telling our story. Movies like Django is a result of our collective psychological disassociation from ethnic and cultural love. Movies like Django unchained will always have knee-grow bed wenches like Kerry Washington who will wax nostalgic about the genius of Torrentino. It will encourage homosexuals like Jamie Fax and crack heads like Sam Jackson to do this for kicks and giggles, because they don’t give a fuck about propriety.


Alway clowning for massa…but in every joke there is an element of truth and the above is evidence of why Sam Jackson is not only a popular hire by Torrentino, but why knee-grows like these will always help to sell the Caucasoid  version of ourstory.

Until the lion learns to speak, the glory of the hunt will always go to the hunter.

These are some of ourstory:


This is the reality of  our fore parents whose very lives were commodities to be bought and sold and do with whatever the devil feels.


If we think acquiring  knowledge of our past and practicing sankofa for the future is tough and a waste of time, try remaining ignorant of ourstory and continue to do the same thing over and over again.


All the gang banging, the car pimping, the education at prestigious Eurocentric schools and the opportunity to integrate into Yurugu’s family, will never remove the stain of the greatest Holocaust (hellacaust) in the world to this point.


Just in case certain people among us think only one segment of the population was brutalized and murdered by Yurugu.

An artists depiction of the planning of the Nat Turner uprising,


Still today the name Nat Turner has had the same effect on the corrupted souls of Yurugu similar to what the latter day Romans have when the name Hannibal is mentioned. Yet they already tried to novelize my hero as a homosexual, “white pussy chaser?” (how can that be?) with the help of our own infamous fag writer James Baldwin.The confession of Nat Turner, by Baldwin and William Styron in 1967,  is a rip off of the original information of the same name by Thomas R. Gray in 1831 . The newer novel absolutely shredded his character and in doing so cast disparaging attack on the nature and motivation behind all these insurrections across the south during the years we were held as prisoners on Southern plantation.


This is Nate Loves abbreviated story. Incredible as you may think, Yurugu has some dime store novel and character called deadwood dick as some western hero, that is neither the cat above or even one of us.


Some say this cat was the template for Django the character. Whether or not this is true, what we do know is that this was a baaad mutherfucker:

Here is a book review from Amazon, Deputy U.S. Marshal Bass Reeves appears as one of “eight notable Oklahomans,” the “most feared U.S. marshal in the Indian country.” That Reeves was also an African American who had spent his early life as a slave in Arkansas and Texas makes his accomplishments all the more remarkable. Bucking the odds (“I’m sorry, we didn’t keep black people’s history,” a clerk at one of Oklahoma’s local historical societies answered a query), Art T. Burton sifts through fact and legend to discover the truth about one of the most outstanding peace officers in late nineteenth-century America—and perhaps the greatest lawman of the Wild West era.

Fluent in Creek and other southern Native languages, physically powerful, skilled with firearms, and a master of disguise, Reeves was exceptionally adept at apprehending fugitives and outlaws, and his exploits were legendary in Oklahoma and Arkansas. A finalist for the 2007 Spur Award, sponsored by the Western Writers of America, Black Gun, Silver Star tells Bass Reeves’s story for the first time and restores this remarkable figure to his rightful place in the history of the American West.

Knee-grows get this book for your children , instead of the next Kobe/Lebron/Jordan shoe. Give them the gift of the story of Deadwood dick before a play station. Tell them about the strange fruits hanging from the sycamore tree and the story of Black Wall street and Rosewood, to name a few.

“Strange Fruit”

Until the lion learns to speak, the glory of the hunt will always go to the hunter.


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