sometimes i wonder how much more can the black collective take off the fascist system of the united snakes of amerikkka, asking myself time and time again: when is enough enough before we are driven to clash with the state in a revolutionary manner? of course, there is no such thing as a bloodless revolution, as i echo what was said by malcolm x over forty years ago. only if there was, the black collective would have life so much better. but, as an old saying goes: if if was a fifth, we'd all be drunk. there are so many of us, who want to project ourselves onto the collective black masses of the united snakes of amerikkka, as so-called black leaders, and have gotten us nowhere, in terms of the lot of us. all they have done is create for themselves a so-called black middle class, while the rest of us continue to wallow in a cycle of systemic death, disease and destruction.
and what are the solutions? well, we'd rather switch than fight. we'd rather the ballot than the bullet, in some cases, the lesser or two evils. we'd rather a picket sign than a malcolm x cocktail. we'd rather wait on someone to come riding on a cloud from the bowels of a heaven that none of us can pinpoint geographically. others of us are waiting on a spaceship to do the trick. some of us want to come off as progressive. some of us want to be liberal, as though that, somehow, will get the job done. we even stomp for reform, which will lessen the blow of oppression, which recalls the saying that something is better than nothing. we can conjure up kinds of methods, ways and actions to fight oppresion, put it on anything but revolution!