I want to bring some reality to you black folks, who claim Jesus is black, and who also claim they built america.

WHy is this country going down the drain. when for centuries corrupt white men and politicians have been steering the country the point it is in today?

The immigrants feeding off of the system? Who put the very system you speak of into place? Why doest it " SEEM" like non-white people always get preferential treatment over whites? Because for a a few hundred years you were heinous to a population, then you didnt want to be seen in the same light or drink from the same fountains. ( That is where your double standard originated you fools).

Why do you think they call you people WHITE DEVILS. They are hitting the nail on the head everytime they say it because your kind only pillages rapes and destroys.

Exactly. While black-on-white crime is a much more common problem than white-on-black, most black crime is commited against other blacks. They're the ones at a high risk of being the victim of a violent crime simply because of their proximity to other blacks. I can sit in my white neighborhood and it doesn't affect me and probably never will, but what about the blacks & poor whites who have to live around these barbarians? No one seems to care about them. No one mentions the tens of thousands of fight videos where the animals are laughing, cheering, and gleefully beating up people who are just trying to get gas or go to school or work.

tbh , if whitey never invaded africa it would of been the new atlantis ...

spaceships , space ports , black men with god like powers , god in direct contact with chief blacky ,

a total orgy of woman rolling on the floor for black cock , they are beings that you just cant comprehend ...

they are gods //.....

I wonder if OP realizes that the president is just as much white as he is black and he was also brought up by mostly white people. Of course that doesn't matter because if you are one percent black you are all black. Even though skin color is about as significant as what t-shirt you are wearing DNA wise. But yeah keep on lumping everyone into monolithic groups.

Culturally, people are a product of their environment. The blacks were forcibly brought here, and their family and tribal bonds were intentionally destroyed in order to enforce total control (slavery). The rug was pulled out from under them for several generations before they were released to fend for themselves. They floundered, but were gaining their civil rights when Johnson created the "Great Society." This social order made it profitable to breed as many children as possible without male role models. This contributed further to break down of family bonds. However, there are many instances where the blacks fought for their education and thrived. Thus, creating the great black class split. Basically, we have 2 classes of blacks. Those who are independent and those not. And, this is where we're at today with no clear solutions in sight. IMHO

Train

You sound like a liberal, so sensitive, so concerned, so righteous, so much better than all of us...Do u think this will win you their love, and recognition? It won't...

Am I supporting what was done in the past? NOOO...

BUT WE must move on, and forge ahead, without repeating the past...BUT lets pray WE move on WITHOUT people like YOU...






WHy is this country going down the drain. when for centuries corrupt white men and politicians have been steering the country the point it is in today?

The immigrants feeding off of the system? Who put the very system you speak of into place? Why doest it " SEEM" like non-white people always get preferential treatment over whites? Because for a a few hundred years you were heinous to a population, then you didnt want to be seen in the same light or drink from the same fountains. ( That is where your double standard originated you fools).

Why do you think they call you people WHITE DEVILS. They are hitting the nail on the head everytime they say it because your kind only pillages rapes and destroys.

You read the book "The People Could Fly" as well?
Hilarious shit I tell you.
Crack provides for the most vivid of dreams, along with dat jenkem gnomesayin?

It's like this, sister:
De wogs being kept ignorant and dodgy on the dependancy plantation by the chosen in govt by using perverse interpretations of jesus' words in order to eventially destroy 'european' christian culture so that everything goes tits up as a result of misplaced and state mandated 'charity' and the scrap peddlars can pick it up for a song and sell it to their friends the chine-ee.
IT's no accident, and its working

You are a dumb fucking tool.

You are also ignorant.

QUOTE:
im white by the way OP ...

when a white woman is raped , its cos she deserved it for your grandad whipping his grandad .. sumut like that ive heard it all...

they cant get jobs , nothing to do with answering back when told to do something , or being late everyday , its our fault we have created this ...

when black men have countless kids and move on to the next woman ,. its our fault to ...

i think that more to do with food stamps though than racism ...

i just cant fathom it out tbh ... why they hate us so much ... i mean 60 years of benefits x the population of black america , has more than paid for the huge ball of cotton that was picked ... they live like kings now , and its us working like fuck to hold this shitty corrupt system up ...


It's like this, sister:
De wogs being kept ignorant and dodgy on the dependancy plantation by the chosen in govt by using perverse interpretations of jesus' words in order to eventially destroy 'european' christian culture so that everything goes tits up as a result of misplaced and state mandated 'charity' and the scrap peddlars can pick it up for a song and sell it to their friends the chine-ee.
IT's no accident, and its working

OP is a perfect example of why america is in the shitter.


You sir are in Denial.

They didn't invent peanut butter. The George Washington Carver story is a myth.

BUMP for TRUTH:

LIBS TRY to incorporate some of this into the core of your being...Bet it won't fit...You people have some kind of defect...

No human being could fail to be deeply moved by such a tribute as this, coming from a profession I have served so long and a people I have loved so well. It fills me with an emotion I cannot express. But this award is not intended primarily for a personality, but to symbolize a great moral code - the code of conduct and chivalry of those who guard this beloved land of culture and ancient descent. That is the meaning of this medallion. For all eyes and for all time, it is an expression of the ethics of the American soldier. That I should be integrated in this way with so noble an ideal arouses a sense of pride and yet of humility which will be with me always.

Duty, Honor, Country: Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying points: to build courage when courage seems to fail; to regain faith when there seems to be little cause for faith; to create hope when hope becomes forlorn. Unhappily, I possess neither that eloquence of diction, that poetry of imagination, nor that brilliance of metaphor to tell you all that they mean.

The unbelievers will say they are but words, but a slogan, but a flamboyant phrase. Every pedant, every demagogue, every cynic, every hypocrite, every troublemaker, and, I am sorry to say, some others of an entirely different character, will try to downgrade them even to the extent of mockery and ridicule.

But these are some of the things they do. They build your basic character. They mold you for your future roles as the custodians of the nation's defense. They make you strong enough to know when you are weak, and brave enough to face yourself when you are afraid.

They teach you to be proud and unbending in honest failure, but humble and gentle in success; not to substitute words for action; not to seek the path of comfort, but to face the stress and spur of difficulty and challenge; to learn to stand up in the storm, but to have compassion on those who fall; to master yourself before you seek to master others; to have a heart that is clean, a goal that is high; to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; to reach into the future, yet never neglect the past; to be serious, yet never take yourself too seriously; to be modest so that you will remember the simplicity of true greatness; the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.

They give you a temperate will, a quality of imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness of the deep springs of life, a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, an appetite for adventure over love of ease. They create in your heart the sense of wonder, the unfailing hope of what next, and the joy and inspiration of life. They teach you in this way to be an officer and a gentleman.

And what sort of soldiers are those you are to lead? Are they reliable? Are they brave? Are they capable of victory?

Their story is known to all of you. It is the story of the American man at arms. My estimate of him was formed on the battlefields many, many years ago, and has never changed. I regarded him then, as I regard him now, as one of the world's noblest figures; not only as one of the finest military characters, but also as one of the most stainless.

His name and fame are the birthright of every American citizen. In his youth and strength, his love and loyalty, he gave all that mortality can give. He needs no eulogy from me, or from any other man. He has written his own history and written it in red on his enemy's breast.

But when I think of his patience under adversity, of his courage under fire, and of his modesty in victory, I am filled with an emotion of admiration I cannot put into words. He belongs to history as furnishing one of the greatest examples of successful patriotism. He belongs to posterity as the instructor of future generations in the principles of liberty and freedom. He belongs to the present, to us, by his virtues and by his achievements.

In twenty campaigns, on a hundred battlefields, around a thousand campfires, I have witnessed that enduring fortitude, that patriotic self-abnegation, and that invincible determination which have carved his statue in the hearts of his people.

From one end of the world to the other, he has drained deep the chalice of courage. As I listened to those songs of the glee club, in memory's eye I could see those staggering columns of the First World War, bending under soggy packs on many a weary march, from dripping dusk to drizzling dawn, slogging ankle deep through mire of shell-pocked roads; to form grimly for the attack, blue-lipped, covered with sludge and mud, chilled by the wind and rain, driving home to their objective, and for many, to the judgment seat of God.

I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know the glory of their death. They died unquestioning, uncomplaining, with faith in their hearts, and on their lips the hope that we would go on to victory. Always for them: Duty, Honor, Country. Always their blood, and sweat, and tears, as they saw the way and the light.

And twenty years after, on the other side of the globe, against the filth of dirty foxholes, the stench of ghostly trenches, the slime of dripping dugouts, those boiling suns of the relentless heat, those torrential rains of devastating storms, the loneliness and utter desolation of jungle trails, the bitterness of long separation of those they loved and cherished, the deadly pestilence of tropic disease, the horror of stricken areas of war.

Their resolute and determined defense, their swift and sure attack, their indomitable purpose, their complete and decisive victory - always victory, always through the bloody haze of their last reverberating shot, the vision of gaunt, ghastly men, reverently following your password of Duty, Honor, Country.

The code which those words perpetuate embraces the highest moral laws and will stand the test of any ethics or philosophies ever promulgated for the uplift of mankind. Its requirements are for the things that are right, and its restraints are from the things that are wrong. The soldier, above all other men, is required to practice the greatest act of religious training - sacrifice. In battle and in the face of danger and death, he discloses those divine attributes which his Maker gave when he created man in his own image. No physical courage and no brute instinct can take the place of the Divine help which alone can sustain him. However horrible the incidents of war may be, the soldier who is called upon to offer and to give his life for his country, is the noblest development of mankind.

You now face a new world, a world of change. The thrust into outer space of the satellite, spheres and missiles marked the beginning of another epoch in the long story of mankind - the chapter of the space age. In the five or more billions of years the scientists tell us it has taken to form the earth, in the three or more billion years of development of the human race, there has never been a greater, a more abrupt or staggering evolution. We deal now not with things of this world alone, but with the illimitable distances and as yet unfathomed mysteries of the universe. We are reaching out for a new and boundless frontier. We speak in strange terms: of harnessing the cosmic energy; of making winds and tides work for us; of creating unheard synthetic materials to supplement or even replace our old standard basics; of purifying sea water for our drink; of mining ocean floors for new fields of wealth and food; of disease preventatives to expand life into the hundred of years; of controlling the weather for a more equitable distribution of heat and cold, of rain and shine; of space ships to the moon; of the primary target in war, no longer limited to the armed forces of an enemy, but instead to include his civil populations; of ultimate conflict between a united human race and the sinister forces of some other planetary galaxy; of such dreams and fantasies as to make life the most exciting of all time.

And through all this welter of change and development your mission remains fixed, determined, inviolable. It is to win our wars. Everything else in your professional career is but corollary to this vital dedication. All other public purpose, all other public projects, all other public needs, great or small, will find others for their accomplishments; but you are the ones who are trained to fight.

Yours is the profession of arms, the will to win, the sure knowledge that in war there is no substitute for victory, that if you lose, the Nation will be destroyed, that the very obsession of your public service must be Duty, Honor, Country.

Others will debate the controversial issues, national and international, which divide men's minds. But serene, calm, aloof, you stand as the Nation's war guardians, as its lifeguards from the raging tides of international conflict, as its gladiators in the arena of battle. For a century and a half you have defended, guarded and protected its hallowed traditions of liberty and freedom, of right and justice.

Let civilian voices argue the merits or demerits of our processes of government. Whether our strength is being sapped by deficit financing indulged in too long, by federal paternalism grown too mighty, by power groups grown too arrogant, by politics grown too corrupt, by crime grown too rampant, by morals grown too low, by taxes grown too high, by extremists grown too violent; whether our personal liberties are as firm and complete as they should be.

These great national problems are not for your professional participation or military solution. Your guidepost stands out like a tenfold beacon in the night: Duty, Honor, Country.

You are the leaven which binds together the entire fabric of our national system of defense. From your ranks come the great captains who hold the Nation's destiny in their hands the moment the war tocsin sounds.

The long gray line has never failed us. Were you to do so, a million ghosts in olive drab, in brown khaki, in blue and gray, would rise from their white crosses, thundering those magic words: Duty, Honor, Country.

This does not mean that you are warmongers. On the contrary, the soldier above all other people prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears ring the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all philosophers: "Only the dead have seen the end of war."

The shadows are lengthening for me. The twilight is here. My days of old have vanished - tone and tints. They have gone glimmering through the dreams of things that were. Their memory is one of wondrous beauty, watered by tears and coaxed and caressed by the smiles of yesterday. I listen then, but with thirsty ear, for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille, of far drums beating the long roll.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. But in the evening of my memory I come back to West Point. Always there echoes and re-echoes: Duty, Honor, Country.

Today marks my final roll call with you. But I want you to know that when I cross the river, my last conscious thoughts will be of the Corps, and the Corps, and the Corps.

I bid you farewell.

where did u get all this disinfo from lol

It is because those black people come from the bottom of the gene pool and the scum has risen to the top. They are cult members who hate themselves and so any black person trying to get out, they have to attack them to bring them back down to the level of the rest.

They know they are inferior which is why they hate on their black brothers who are more advanced. It is why they get so angry, as they can't think logically. They think like an animal, just emotions.

They claim they want equality but that means hand outs and everything you have. If you give it to them, they turn it to garbage and then blame you for it. The righteous blacks don't cry for equality, they act as equals and are treated as such.

There is no one to blame but themselves and the media for glamorizing this nonsense.

BUMP for TRUTH:



LOOK INTO CIA AND GOVERNMENT DESTRUCTION OF THE BLACK RACE IN AMERICA. THEN LOOK AT THE EUROPEAN MISSIONS THAT PILLAGED THE SHIT OUT OF AFRICA... STEALING ARTIFACTS AND KNOWLEDGE.

aND WHILE BLACKS FROM THE MOTHERLAND OF AFRICA MIGHT STILL BE LIVING IN HUTS, STEPPING IN SHIT. REMEMBER THEY HAVE BEEN LIVING OFF THE LAND FOR CENTURIES SO WHEN SOCIETY CRASHES AND YOUR PRECIOUS DOLLAR IS GONE AND CHAOS HITS THE STREETS. YOU WILL BE STUCK IN A SURVIVAL SITUATION YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA TO HOW TO DEAL WITH.

They have been living their lives for centuries naturally, your just an artificial brainwashed piece of white shit.

BUMP for TRUTH:

LIBS TRY to incorporate some of this into the core of your being...Bet it won't fit...You people have some kind of defect...

No human being could fail to be deeply moved by such a tribute as this, coming from a profession I have served so long and a people I have loved so well. It fills me with an emotion I cannot express. But this award is not intended primarily for a personality, but to symbolize a great moral code - the code of conduct and chivalry of those who guard this beloved land of culture and ancient descent. That is the meaning of this medallion. For all eyes and for all time, it is an expression of the ethics of the American soldier. That I should be integrated in this way with so noble an ideal arouses a sense of pride and yet of humility which will be with me always.

Duty, Honor, Country: Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying points: to build courage when courage seems to fail; to regain faith when there seems to be little cause for faith; to create hope when hope becomes forlorn. Unhappily, I possess neither that eloquence of diction, that poetry of imagination, nor that brilliance of metaphor to tell you all that they mean.

The unbelievers will say they are but words, but a slogan, but a flamboyant phrase. Every pedant, every demagogue, every cynic, every hypocrite, every troublemaker, and, I am sorry to say, some others of an entirely different character, will try to downgrade them even to the extent of mockery and ridicule.

But these are some of the things they do. They build your basic character. They mold you for your future roles as the custodians of the nation's defense. They make you strong enough to know when you are weak, and brave enough to face yourself when you are afraid.

They teach you to be proud and unbending in honest failure, but humble and gentle in success; not to substitute words for action; not to seek the path of comfort, but to face the stress and spur of difficulty and challenge; to learn to stand up in the storm, but to have compassion on those who fall; to master yourself before you seek to master others; to have a heart that is clean, a goal that is high; to learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; to reach into the future, yet never neglect the past; to be serious, yet never take yourself too seriously; to be modest so that you will remember the simplicity of true greatness; the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.

They give you a temperate will, a quality of imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness of the deep springs of life, a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, an appetite for adventure over love of ease. They create in your heart the sense of wonder, the unfailing hope of what next, and the joy and inspiration of life. They teach you in this way to be an officer and a gentleman.

And what sort of soldiers are those you are to lead? Are they reliable? Are they brave? Are they capable of victory?

Their story is known to all of you. It is the story of the American man at arms. My estimate of him was formed on the battlefields many, many years ago, and has never changed. I regarded him then, as I regard him now, as one of the world's noblest figures; not only as one of the finest military characters, but also as one of the most stainless.

His name and fame are the birthright of every American citizen. In his youth and strength, his love and loyalty, he gave all that mortality can give. He needs no eulogy from me, or from any other man. He has written his own history and written it in red on his enemy's breast.

But when I think of his patience under adversity, of his courage under fire, and of his modesty in victory, I am filled with an emotion of admiration I cannot put into words. He belongs to history as furnishing one of the greatest examples of successful patriotism. He belongs to posterity as the instructor of future generations in the principles of liberty and freedom. He belongs to the present, to us, by his virtues and by his achievements.

In twenty campaigns, on a hundred battlefields, around a thousand campfires, I have witnessed that enduring fortitude, that patriotic self-abnegation, and that invincible determination which have carved his statue in the hearts of his people.

From one end of the world to the other, he has drained deep the chalice of courage. As I listened to those songs of the glee club, in memory's eye I could see those staggering columns of the First World War, bending under soggy packs on many a weary march, from dripping dusk to drizzling dawn, slogging ankle deep through mire of shell-pocked roads; to form grimly for the attack, blue-lipped, covered with sludge and mud, chilled by the wind and rain, driving home to their objective, and for many, to the judgment seat of God.

I do not know the dignity of their birth, but I do know the glory of their death. They died unquestioning, uncomplaining, with faith in their hearts, and on their lips the hope that we would go on to victory. Always for them: Duty, Honor, Country. Always their blood, and sweat, and tears, as they saw the way and the light.

And twenty years after, on the other side of the globe, against the filth of dirty foxholes, the stench of ghostly trenches, the slime of dripping dugouts, those boiling suns of the relentless heat, those torrential rains of devastating storms, the loneliness and utter desolation of jungle trails, the bitterness of long separation of those they loved and cherished, the deadly pestilence of tropic disease, the horror of stricken areas of war.

Their resolute and determined defense, their swift and sure attack, their indomitable purpose, their complete and decisive victory - always victory, always through the bloody haze of their last reverberating shot, the vision of gaunt, ghastly men, reverently following your password of Duty, Honor, Country.

The code which those words perpetuate embraces the highest moral laws and will stand the test of any ethics or philosophies ever promulgated for the uplift of mankind. Its requirements are for the things that are right, and its restraints are from the things that are wrong. The soldier, above all other men, is required to practice the greatest act of religious training - sacrifice. In battle and in the face of danger and death, he discloses those divine attributes which his Maker gave when he created man in his own image. No physical courage and no brute instinct can take the place of the Divine help which alone can sustain him. However horrible the incidents of war may be, the soldier who is called upon to offer and to give his life for his country, is the noblest development of mankind.

You now face a new world, a world of change. The thrust into outer space of the satellite, spheres and missiles marked the beginning of another epoch in the long story of mankind - the chapter of the space age. In the five or more billions of years the scientists tell us it has taken to form the earth, in the three or more billion years of development of the human race, there has never been a greater, a more abrupt or staggering evolution. We deal now not with things of this world alone, but with the illimitable distances and as yet unfathomed mysteries of the universe. We are reaching out for a new and boundless frontier. We speak in strange terms: of harnessing the cosmic energy; of making winds and tides work for us; of creating unheard synthetic materials to supplement or even replace our old standard basics; of purifying sea water for our drink; of mining ocean floors for new fields of wealth and food; of disease preventatives to expand life into the hundred of years; of controlling the weather for a more equitable distribution of heat and cold, of rain and shine; of space ships to the moon; of the primary target in war, no longer limited to the armed forces of an enemy, but instead to include his civil populations; of ultimate conflict between a united human race and the sinister forces of some other planetary galaxy; of such dreams and fantasies as to make life the most exciting of all time.

And through all this welter of change and development your mission remains fixed, determined, inviolable. It is to win our wars. Everything else in your professional career is but corollary to this vital dedication. All other public purpose, all other public projects, all other public needs, great or small, will find others for their accomplishments; but you are the ones who are trained to fight.

Yours is the profession of arms, the will to win, the sure knowledge that in war there is no substitute for victory, that if you lose, the Nation will be destroyed, that the very obsession of your public service must be Duty, Honor, Country.

Others will debate the controversial issues, national and international, which divide men's minds. But serene, calm, aloof, you stand as the Nation's war guardians, as its lifeguards from the raging tides of international conflict, as its gladiators in the arena of battle. For a century and a half you have defended, guarded and protected its hallowed traditions of liberty and freedom, of right and justice.

Let civilian voices argue the merits or demerits of our processes of government. Whether our strength is being sapped by deficit financing indulged in too long, by federal paternalism grown too mighty, by power groups grown too arrogant, by politics grown too corrupt, by crime grown too rampant, by morals grown too low, by taxes grown too high, by extremists grown too violent; whether our personal liberties are as firm and complete as they should be.

These great national problems are not for your professional participation or military solution. Your guidepost stands out like a tenfold beacon in the night: Duty, Honor, Country.

You are the leaven which binds together the entire fabric of our national system of defense. From your ranks come the great captains who hold the Nation's destiny in their hands the moment the war tocsin sounds.

The long gray line has never failed us. Were you to do so, a million ghosts in olive drab, in brown khaki, in blue and gray, would rise from their white crosses, thundering those magic words: Duty, Honor, Country.

This does not mean that you are warmongers. On the contrary, the soldier above all other people prays for peace, for he must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war. But always in our ears ring the ominous words of Plato, that wisest of all philosophers: "Only the dead have seen the end of war."

The shadows are lengthening for me. The twilight is here. My days of old have vanished - tone and tints. They have gone glimmering through the dreams of things that were. Their memory is one of wondrous beauty, watered by tears and coaxed and caressed by the smiles of yesterday. I listen then, but with thirsty ear, for the witching melody of faint bugles blowing reveille, of far drums beating the long roll.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. But in the evening of my memory I come back to West Point. Always there echoes and re-echoes: Duty, Honor, Country.

Today marks my final roll call with you. But I want you to know that when I cross the river, my last conscious thoughts will be of the Corps, and the Corps, and the Corps.

I bid you farewell.

1st.. let see what color the desciples and Yashiah/Jesus was..

description of Job:
Job 30:30-My skin is Black upon me.


Songs of Solomon:
1:5- I Am Black, but comely,O ye daughters of Jerusalem.... etc.

1:6- Look Not upon me because I AM Black...etc.

Jeremiah 8:21- For the hurt of the daughter of my people i am hurt. I AM BLACK, and Astonishment has taken me.

14:2- Judah mourneth, and the gatesthereof languish, The Are BLACK unto the ground, and cry of Jerusalem is gone up.

Lamentations of Jeremiah 4:8- Their visage(appearance) BLACKer than Coal...etc.

5:10- Our skin was BLACK like an oven..etc...

Even in Exodus, Moses was mistaken for an BLack Egyptian for 40 yrs because you can't tell the difference between Black Egyptians and Hebrew Israelites..Both people are Black Just Like JEW-ish people can be Mistaken for Whites..

In Mathew 1 it tells the Line in which Yashiah/Jesus came. All these people were Black, and in Revelations He is Described the color of Burnt Brass with White Dreadlocks..

Need i say More?? Just Incase you don't get it.. Check out this Vid of this White Girl who researched and Found out the Same. Until you do you research and homework I suggest you stop making a fool of yourself... Enjoy and Shalom.

No worries! Soon none of you white people will EVER have to worry about blacks again! Thus saith the Most High!

True, true, seperate but equal would have worked if blacks hadn't trashed their facilities, just like they trash their schools, courts, and neighborhoods, then they turn around and blame us. Like WTF do they think whites are sneaking into their neighborhoods at night, commiting crimes, and then framing them for it? Tired of listening to them complain!
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naacp= national association always complaining people

Not only is Peanut Butter not an invention (it's a recipe), they didn't even come up with that either!