About the Negroes

About the Negroes. I mean the “African-Americans”.  Er, the “Blacks”, I think. Or whatever they want to be called now.

We called them Negroes growing up. That worked. We all knew who the Negroes were.

Then the Negroes decided they didn’t like being called “Negroes“, and told us all to call them “African-Americans“. So we did.

Then they decided they didn’t like being called “African-Americans“, since most of them had never even been to Africa, and they told us all to call them “black“. So we did.

But they aren’t “black“; they are different shades of brown, just like all of the rest of us Human Beings.

And now,many of  these folks are making absolutely NO  effort to assimilate into our American culture anymore, holding themselves separate, bastardizing the English language (“I’ma go shopping”; “He go next.”) and openly hating on the white people who are the direct descendants on the very people who freed them from slavery in 1863.

And now, I’m done with all this nonsense.  Many of them have become completely Racist against White folks now, collectively disrespectful, hateful, ungrateful, seriously entitled, and have collectively made no effort to earn anyone’s respect, and frankly, I don’t care or feel obligated to call them whatever it is they want to be called next. I don’t care what they want to be called. I’m calling them Negroes again.

I’m going to call them Negroes now. That works. Everyone knows who the Negroes are.