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That’s right… the GOD! FISKKKK!

This is another wild joint. You can watch the entire flick on youtube but this is just part 1. Wow… the things we don’t know.

This is very interesting. HAAAA! We peeped this out last year around that time. It’s wild to find out about the origin of things we celebrate and take pride in. 

This is a film my big homie “The Killa Illa Kalm” put me on to in the last week or so. I’m just watching it now as we type. I heard the joint was banned over here(the states) since 1971. I never heard of it but I’m checking it out. Here is a brief description from www.fright.com and a clip:

The Story

The year is 1971 and America is tearing itself apart at the seams: African Americans, tired of the mistreatment they’re had to endure at the hands of the white man, are rising up, with folks like Malcolm X and Leroi Jones (according to this movie, at least) encouraging their brothers to kill whitey.

     In order to examine how things got this way, the filmmakers decide to travel back in time for a close-up look at slavery in the nineteenth century.  They start off at a New Orleans plantation where they interview several aristocratic Southerners (whose ranks include UNCLE TOM’S CABIN author Harriett Beecher Stowe), who sitting around the dinner table enthusiastically defend the practice of slave-holding while tossing left-overs to black children huddled under the table.  Next the filmmakers visit a slave ship discharging its cargo, consisting of several hundred Africans suffering from disease and malnutrition.  They also profile a “House Momma” (an overweight black woman who supervises the slaves) in action, abusing her black and white charges unmercifully, and hunters who are paid to track down escaped slaves.  A bug-eyed doctor methodically describes how black people don’t have much depth of feeling and so (he claims) it’s okay for whites to make slaves out of them.  We also look in on the workings of a whorehouse where black women are dressed up and paraded for the approval of horny white men, and a slave auction where those same white men barter in human cargo.

     But that’s not all: we also see a reenactment of the more lurid portions of the confessions of Nat Turner (an escaped slave who murdered fifty five whites, reportedly under the orders of God) transposed to modern times. The film ends with a black man on a beach demonstrating racial tolerance by popping a white kid’s ball and grinning maniacally.

 The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho is definitely a great read. My home boy Rubix put me on a looooonngg time ago and recently goldie gold re-introduced it to me. I bought one for my moms and one for myself. I kind of figured out what type of book it was after the first chapter because I read similar books like this but it still kept me enthused. For anybody who needs some inspiration or a different view for looking at their own situation… this book can help. Negative emotions about our experiences can stagnate or rather communicate limitations of self. You may feel helpless or have no desire to break through the boundaries and this book kind of helps with those types of feelings. Don’t get it twisted, it’s not a self help book. There is a good story here that brings about some understanding or over-standing or inner-standing(which ever you prefer). Check it out. Holla… FANGGGGGG!