The truth about logic is that it is nothing more than "practical reasoning" and "clear thinking" (which can change, depending on who you are talking to, if you are not paying close attention to their words).
The Racists (White Supremacists) would rather have us believe that logic is something that they created or something that only they can do or teach, which is highly ILLOGICAL, when you use LOGIC to think about it.
Thoughts, speech, and / or actions that are applied without emotion is essentially what logic is. Many "white" people attempt to make it appear to be more complicated, than it is, because their objective is deception.
Logic truly did "come with the universe", as Fuller put it. You just have to trust yourself, with the observations that you make and the theories that you have drawn from those observations and be honest enough to admit to yourself and others that some of your theories are incorrect, once it has been [u]logically proven[/u] that your theories are incorrect.
Logic does not mean that you are perfect. It means that you are striving to be perfect. It means that you are attempting to solve your problems in the most efficient manner.
You observe the problem.
Draw a conclusion about that problem.
Attempt to solve that problem.
Record the results of the attempt to solve that problem.
These are all things that our brains can automatically do.
What makes it really work is when you have more than one brain attempting to solve the problem.
That is where the logic in Fullers work comes in. It's sole purpose is to get people to start focusing on solving the greatest problem that ever existed. The so-called "Race" problem.
Where most "non-white" people get it incorrect is when we attach emotions to our thoughts, speech, and actions. And that is because we have been trained to get emotional when certain words and images are used, in our relationships with each other.
It is my theory that we all have been conditioned to think, speak, and act emotionally with everything that we do. In other words it appears that there are more "white" people who think, logically (because it comes naturally) today, than "non-white" people because the smart and powerful Racists (White Supremacists) who existed centuries ago, trained our ancestors to behave emotionally first and then to either think reasonably second, or not at all. They niggerized our ancestors and the behavior of our ancestors was passed down to us, and so presently, we think that logic can only be obtained from "white" people.
AND many "non-white" people don't want to attempt the theories presented by other "non-white" people, because they have not attempted to test them before they deny if they are true. This is where having REASONABLE arguments come in at.
When the theories of niggers get challenged by other niggers, niggers want to lie, cheat, steal, and even kill to force other niggers to believe their theories.
If a nigger finds that one of the theories of another nigger is incorrect then they will disagree with all of the other theories supposed by the nigger whose theory they disagreed with.
Monday, December 07, 2009
Sunday, December 06, 2009
I am a Victim Of Racism: First Recollection
My recollections will not necessarily be in order, but they will be posted as they come to my mind.
I am a Victim of Racism, because when I was seven years old the "white" man that stayed across the street from me grabbed me by the neck of my shirt, slightly choking me, and kicked me in my behind. His name was Douglas Green, and he had two sons, Joshua and Aaron. They were the boys in my habitat (place where I spent most of my time and energy) at that time. I was over at their house one day and we were playing. Their mother gave me a scoop of Rocky Road ice cream on a cone, I told her that I would not like it, because it had marshmallows in it, but she had already made it and told me to just eat it anyway, saying to take them out. So I tried to eat it. Joshua, Aaron, Douglas, and myself were in their backyard. It was too many marshmallows. I ended up throwing the ice cream on the side of their garage. Douglas saw me. "What did you just throw back there?". I said "Just some rocks" and then I started picking up rocks and throwing them on the side of the garage.
He got really mad at me and said that I was lying. He grabbed me by my shirt collar, saying that it was time for me to go home, and kicked me. I felt so humiliated and embarrassed, I ran over to another side of their house (still in the backyard), stood their for a few seconds trying to understand what had just happened to me. I claimed over their fence, instead of going out through their gate, so that I could avoid asking Douglas to open it for me.
I walked slowly across the street to the house that my folks rented. My mother, who was on the phone, when I came in and sat down.
"What's wrong, son?"
"Nothing."
"You don't look like nothing isn't wrong. what's wrong?"
"Douglas, kicked me."
"What! Douglas kicked you! Go in the backyard and tell your Daddy!"
When I got back there my dad was raking leaves. I told him about my assault. Before I could explain everything else, he had already left me back there. I swear that he left so fast that the rake was left standing in the air. He went over there and beat the crap out of Douglas. Anyway, I had never seen Douglas hit his own children and from their own admission he'd never hit them. I used to here them cursing at their mom all of the time. "C'mon shit, Mom. why can't I do it?"
They used to get away with a lot. Anyway, I suspect that Douglas did what he did to me because I was a "non-white" person and he thought that he could have got away with mistreating me. Actually he did.
I am a Victim of Racism, because when I was seven years old the "white" man that stayed across the street from me grabbed me by the neck of my shirt, slightly choking me, and kicked me in my behind. His name was Douglas Green, and he had two sons, Joshua and Aaron. They were the boys in my habitat (place where I spent most of my time and energy) at that time. I was over at their house one day and we were playing. Their mother gave me a scoop of Rocky Road ice cream on a cone, I told her that I would not like it, because it had marshmallows in it, but she had already made it and told me to just eat it anyway, saying to take them out. So I tried to eat it. Joshua, Aaron, Douglas, and myself were in their backyard. It was too many marshmallows. I ended up throwing the ice cream on the side of their garage. Douglas saw me. "What did you just throw back there?". I said "Just some rocks" and then I started picking up rocks and throwing them on the side of the garage.
He got really mad at me and said that I was lying. He grabbed me by my shirt collar, saying that it was time for me to go home, and kicked me. I felt so humiliated and embarrassed, I ran over to another side of their house (still in the backyard), stood their for a few seconds trying to understand what had just happened to me. I claimed over their fence, instead of going out through their gate, so that I could avoid asking Douglas to open it for me.
I walked slowly across the street to the house that my folks rented. My mother, who was on the phone, when I came in and sat down.
"What's wrong, son?"
"Nothing."
"You don't look like nothing isn't wrong. what's wrong?"
"Douglas, kicked me."
"What! Douglas kicked you! Go in the backyard and tell your Daddy!"
When I got back there my dad was raking leaves. I told him about my assault. Before I could explain everything else, he had already left me back there. I swear that he left so fast that the rake was left standing in the air. He went over there and beat the crap out of Douglas. Anyway, I had never seen Douglas hit his own children and from their own admission he'd never hit them. I used to here them cursing at their mom all of the time. "C'mon shit, Mom. why can't I do it?"
They used to get away with a lot. Anyway, I suspect that Douglas did what he did to me because I was a "non-white" person and he thought that he could have got away with mistreating me. Actually he did.
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