by Raymond Nat Turner
Hail to the thief, and the office he thieves out of.
My Wise Country Cousin On De Offal Office
by Raymond Nat Turner
De Offal Offuzz, again, young brotha?
You dun axed me ‘bout de Offal Offuz!
‘Cause you’s young, I’ll tell you twice—
Dem ol’ fools ol’ nuff ta know
Betta, but too ol’ ta tell anything
Member, dere’s three thangs
Dey do in de Offal Offuzz
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LIE
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AGE
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LEAVE RICHER den dey came…
Or, as one dem ol’ rappers might put it:
“Commanduh ‘n Chief an Ol’ Liar ‘n Thief!”
Raymond Nat Turner can be contacted at upsurgejazz.com.
Raymond Nat Turner © 2013 All Rights Reserved
This is Bruce Dixon from Black Agenda Report with the latest in our series about organizing, which for reference sake we’ll call the 200 series.
“Grand juries that routinely fail to indict killer cops become paragons of justice and virtue in King’s mind when manipulated to indict Russians.”
Miguel was a precocious six-year-old. And Maria, his mother, swore the Sun’s shine started in his green eyes. ‘Ojos Verde,’ she lovingly called him.
“When Trump met with the arch-enemy Vladimir Putin in Helsinki and didn’t declare war on Russia some of the loudest denunciations came from Black liberals.”
“The FBI that crushed the liberation movement is now viewed favorably in the mistaken belief that the enemy of Trump must be a friend.”
