Every time I hear someone, usually either black, or a white leftist go on ad nauseum about slavery and how we can never make up for it, I want to scream. Simply put, I can't make up for it, nor will I try or even worry about it. It happened. ALL OVER THE WORLD, WITH EVERY RACE, AND IT STILL IS GOING ON. I didn't do it. Blacks of today were not victims of it. Instead, many use it as an excuse for their own failings, or for many in the black community who would rather blame everything on something that didn't happen to them instead of seeing that their situation is their own fault. Their bad choices put them where they are. When a woman of any race has several children, most or all with different fathers, the odds are high that she's going to be on welfare. Whitey didn't cause that, nor did slavery. The disdain of family and morals by those in the black community, and her buying into it caused it. Opening your legs to easily caused it. Knowing that you'll get money for being loose, rather than earning it and being more cautious in what you do sexually caused it. In other words, YOU are to blame. Same goes for men. YOU choose how you'll live your life. At some point, you're no longer a child.

I made many mistakes as a young man that I'm paying for now, and will continue to pay for into my declining years. Do I blame others for my situation, or expect others to support me? No. Hell no! I know my late years are going to be ugly, barring a miracle. That's my fault for not preparing. No one else's. MINE. I make an effort now to change that, but I doubt I'll be able to retire. At some point, when I'm no longer able to work a fair paying job, I'll be that guy in the room at a flop house with a 2 burner hot plate heating a can of soup and listening to the radio or reading a book because I can afford nothing else. Does that make someone else responsible to take care of me? No. I will live the consequences of my actions and mistakes. As it should be. I am not daunted by this, for the next life is so much better. That said, MY choices, MY responsibility. No white privilege, or white guilt here. Just too many poor choices. Many of my friends are doing quite well. Do I envy them? Maybe a little. That's human nature, fallen as we are. Do I begrudge them, or do I want a piece of their pie? No. They made better choices, walked a different path. I am happy for them. My life, my choices, my consequences to bear.

The black community, as a whole, have made many bad choices. They, almost en masse, have chosen a path that tells them it's not their fault. Go ahead and be promiscuous. Go ahead and be violent. Go ahead and destroy the black nuclear family. It's whitey that's keeping you down. Specifically, white conservatives, or republicans that don't tow the leftist lie. Er, line. I feel sad that you've bought the lie for so long, but I am not responsible for your choices. YOU are. Only YOU can change it. Only if YOU want to. I doubt that they will. After a while of being taken care of, being kept, even at barely subsistence levels, a person can become used to it. A person will stop fighting after a while and just accept. THAT, is a fate worse than death.

Just my opinion.

Why is it that so many in this country have a problem with getting old? Botox, hair coloring, dressing like the younger generation, using their weird verbiage and trying to act like them. What is so bad about aging? Sure, it sucks some times, and it'd be nice to be free from responsibilities, but, you can't run from reality. This was brought to mind last week when, in a truck stop, I saw this couple. They looked to be in their early 50's, a little older than me. The guys hair was 3 different shades, and it looked like a mutant mullet crossed with an attempted Highlander pony tail. He was wearing clothes not suited to a man with chest and drawer disease. The woman had the same problem. Rather than look young, it made them look silly and sad. We all age. That is how it works. 60 is NOT the new 40. 60 is 60. You no longer bounce, or bounce back after bouncing like you once did. It's much easier to injure yourself. Your reflexes are slower. Ideally, the knowledge, and, if you're lucky, the wisdom you've accumulated over the years helps you to avoid these injuries by working or playing smarter.

These days, our society seems to worship youth, to idolize it. This is society's loss. There is a lot of wisdom available from older folks if you simply take an interest and listen. Listen to their stories. There are lessons in them for one who listens. Not all, but many. Sure there are some nuts you'll run across, but, more often, you may find you've found a mentor. I have. Even as I age, I've found those older than me who I've learned from. Use their knowledge. Respecting ones elders can be accomplished without being an a$$ kisser. Just take an interest. You might even find a new friend.