Hey there folks, it’s Buddy the Goy comin’ atcha here from Mudflap Junction deep in the heart of Goyland! Say, here’s somethin’ I been wonderin’ about: When Rabbi Ovadia Yosef said that goyim are donkeys who exist only to serve the Jews, ya reckon he was talkin’ ‘bout all goyim—or only Democrats?
Don’t rightly know the answer to that!!! But I would like to offer ya’ some words o’ wisdom on a somewhat related matter. Not my words, mind ya—though I’d love to claim credit for them! But no. These here are words once spoken by an honorable and esteemed feller by the name of Malcolm X. Now this Malcolm once gave a rousing speech in which he distinguished between two different kinds of slaves—two different kinds of slaves who led two very different kinds of lifestyles on the ole plantation—this of course being back in the day when folks was obliged to work entirely for free, as opposed to gettin’ paid only a few pennies for their labor the way things is now. Any rate, here’s a bit o’ what ole Malcolm had to say that day. Follow closely:
To understand this, you have to go back to what the young brother here referred to as the house Negro and the field Negro —— back during slavery. There was two kinds of slaves. There was the house Negro and the field Negro. The house Negroes — they lived in the house with master, they dressed pretty good, they ate good ’cause they ate his food —— what he left. They lived in the attic or the basement, but still they lived near the master; and they loved their master more than the master loved himself. They would give their life to save the master’s house quicker than the master would. The house Negro, if the master said, "We got a good house here," the house Negro would say, "Yeah, we got a good house here." Whenever the master said "we," he said "we." That’s how you can tell a house Negro.
If the master’s house caught on fire, the house Negro would fight harder to put the blaze out than the master would. If the master got sick, the house Negro would say, "What’s the matter, boss, we sick?" We sick! He identified himself with his master more than his master identified with himself. And if you came to the house Negro and said, "Let’s run away, let’s escape, let’s separate," the house Negro would look at you and say, "Man, you crazy. What you mean, separate? Where is there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than this? Where can I eat better food than this?" That was that house Negro. In those days he was called a "house nigger." And that’s what we call him today, because we’ve still got some house niggers running around here…
On that same plantation, there was the field Negro. The field Negro —— those were the masses. There were always more Negroes in the field than there was Negroes in the house. The Negro in the field caught hell. He ate leftovers. In the house they ate high up on the hog. The Negro in the field didn’t get nothing but what was left of the insides of the hog. They call ’em "chitt’lin’" nowadays. In those days they called them what they were: guts. That’s what you were —— a gut—eater. And some of you all still gut—eaters.
The field Negro was beaten from morning to night. He lived in a shack, in a hut; He wore old, castoff clothes. He hated his master. I say he hated his master. He was intelligent. That house Negro loved his master. But that field Negro —— remember, they were in the majority, and they hated the master. When the house caught on fire, he didn’t try and put it out; that field Negro prayed for a wind, for a breeze. When the master got sick, the field Negro prayed that he’d die. If someone comes to the field Negro and said, "Let’s separate, let’s run," he didn’t say "Where we going?" He’d say, "Any place is better than here." You’ve got field Negroes in America today. I’m a field Negro. The masses are the field Negroes. When they see this man’s house on fire, you don’t hear these little Negroes talking about "our government is in trouble." They say, "The government is in trouble." Imagine a Negro: "Our government"! I even heard one say "our astronauts." They won’t even let him near the plant —— and "our astronauts"! "Our Navy" —— that’s a Negro that’s out of his mind. That’s a Negro that’s out of his mind.
If the master’s house caught on fire, the house Negro would fight harder to put the blaze out than the master would. If the master got sick, the house Negro would say, "What’s the matter, boss, we sick?" We sick! He identified himself with his master more than his master identified with himself. And if you came to the house Negro and said, "Let’s run away, let’s escape, let’s separate," the house Negro would look at you and say, "Man, you crazy. What you mean, separate? Where is there a better house than this? Where can I wear better clothes than this? Where can I eat better food than this?" That was that house Negro. In those days he was called a "house nigger." And that’s what we call him today, because we’ve still got some house niggers running around here…
On that same plantation, there was the field Negro. The field Negro —— those were the masses. There were always more Negroes in the field than there was Negroes in the house. The Negro in the field caught hell. He ate leftovers. In the house they ate high up on the hog. The Negro in the field didn’t get nothing but what was left of the insides of the hog. They call ’em "chitt’lin’" nowadays. In those days they called them what they were: guts. That’s what you were —— a gut—eater. And some of you all still gut—eaters.
The field Negro was beaten from morning to night. He lived in a shack, in a hut; He wore old, castoff clothes. He hated his master. I say he hated his master. He was intelligent. That house Negro loved his master. But that field Negro —— remember, they were in the majority, and they hated the master. When the house caught on fire, he didn’t try and put it out; that field Negro prayed for a wind, for a breeze. When the master got sick, the field Negro prayed that he’d die. If someone comes to the field Negro and said, "Let’s separate, let’s run," he didn’t say "Where we going?" He’d say, "Any place is better than here." You’ve got field Negroes in America today. I’m a field Negro. The masses are the field Negroes. When they see this man’s house on fire, you don’t hear these little Negroes talking about "our government is in trouble." They say, "The government is in trouble." Imagine a Negro: "Our government"! I even heard one say "our astronauts." They won’t even let him near the plant —— and "our astronauts"! "Our Navy" —— that’s a Negro that’s out of his mind. That’s a Negro that’s out of his mind.
Well dang! Who can disagree with that? Now, given the fact that just about the entire Western hemisphere has become one big massive Jewish slave plantation these days, along with roughly seven-eighths of the Middle East, we is a-facin’ a right monumental decision here, folks! So what’s it gonna be? Is you a-hankerin’ to become a house goyim? Or are you gonna make your stand with us field goyim? If your Jewish master’s house catches on fire, what’cha gonna do? You gonna go runnin’ with a bucket? Or are ya’ gonna be prayin’ for a strong wind?
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Against Jewish Plantation Owners!
Against Jewish Plantation Owners!
Okay able-bodied field goyim! Here ya’ go! If you find yourself slavin’ away at some Jewish-owned corporation here’s some things you’ll wanna consider!
1. Do everything you can think of to waste company resources! For instance, you can go around the office changin’ light bulbs, even when they don’t need’em! This might be an especially effective tactic for the night janitorial staff at the Goldman Sachs building. Change them light bulbs! Do it every night! Eventually the company will run out of money—and light bulbs—and will become dependent on Israel for night vision goggles just so’s they can find their way to the office water cooler! We’ll be that much closer to victory, and you’ll know you did your part!
2. Engage in creative sabotage! “Accidentally” delete files or uninstall computer programs the company needs for normal day-to-day functioning. Or get orders mixed up and send packages to the wrong address! If your boss says anything to you, just pretend like you’re a dumb, stupid goy and you didn’t know any better. He’ll understand!
3. Do things guaranteed to irritate Jews. For instance, Jews hate Christianity. Become a Christian! Celebrate Christmas! Wear a cross! Upload videos to YouTube addressed to Sarah Silverman in which you remind her, with a radiantly angelic look on your face, that Jesus died for her sins! Do it! It’ll grate on her nerves like fingernails on a chalk board!
4. Anytime the stock market takes a dive, celebrate! Whenever those f---ers on Wall Street are makin’ money, we’re losing it, and vice versa! So whenever you hear the Dow dropped 500 points, don’t say, “Oh that’s terrible! Our economy’s in trouble!” No, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!!!! That’s the house goy mentality! Get that out of your brain! When you hear the Dow just dropped 500 points, that’s the time to dance a jig and high-five it!
5. On the other hand, if you hear the Dow gains 500 points, don’t get discouraged. Just know that’s the time to dig in your heels, strengthen your resolve, and redouble your light-bulb-changing efforts!
6. Do even more things to irritate Jews! If there’s anything Jews hate worse than Christianity, it’s Islam! Become a Muslim! Wear a Palestinian keffiyeh everywhere you go—to the store, the bank, the post office! Especially wear it to social events where you know lots of Zionist Jews will be present. It’ll annoy the hell out of’em!
7. Give mainstream media pundit Charles Krauthammer a piece of your mind. Like most Jews in the media, Krauthammer loves wars, especially when they’re being fought for Israel. From his twin platforms at Fox News and the Washington Post, Krauthammer exudes war rhetoric kinda like an oily hair follicle. In 2003, he called for war with Iraq and now he’s advocating war with Iran, sounding off a bunch of nonsense about a “Damocles sword over six million Jews all over again.” Tell him to be a more observant Jew and stop serving up so much pork with his kraut! Hell, we may be field goyim, but we ain’t gut-eaters, Charlie boy, so take your chittlins and stuff-em up your wrinkled Yiddish wazoo!
8. And finally—if you haven’t figured it out by now—stop being so dang “civilized” in your discourse! In fact, become uncivilized as hell! Don’t hesitate to tell a Jew to go jump in a lake!
Alright now, folks, briefly just to recap here: waste your employer’s resources; get a little careless on the job; celebrate stock market crashes; annoy the hell out of the Chosen; then annoy’em some more; throw Krauthammer’s scribbled hog chittlins back in his face; and stop “tweeting” politely to the Jews. That’s it! You got it! Follow these eight steps, my rebellious field goyim, and we’ll have our slave revolt off and runnin’ in no time!
Well this is Buddy the Goy sayin,’ over and out! Until next time!
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