I know this article will lose me many friends and followers on Facebook and twitter, but hopefully it will reach and teach a couple of folk to admire and love themselves first.

by Teddy Fikre  written:  Wednesday, January 25th, 2012

Do you know there is a virus more lethal than the Ebola virus and ten times more deadly than the black plague.  No, I don’t mean HIV nor am I referring to malaria or some other exotic disease which is being cooked up at this moment in CDC to initiate a black genocide.  Nah, this disease I am referring to is a Black Virus more pernicious than any virus a lab technician in Atlanta can cook up in a million years.  This black virus is the self-loathing and hatred that black people have for themselves.

I should know about this virus, this germ of self-hatred used to once course through my veins.  I once used to close my eyes upon seeing black folks on TV and used to rub lotion on my arms and face continuously in order to wipe off the black; to this day, I still put too much lotion on—some habits die hard indeed.  I went though my life hating my blackness and cursing my skin and in the process cursing my own existence. This disease is manifested in million ways through a million toxic seeds.  I am not sure when this virus of black-hatred was implanted in my mind, but it took years of self-examination and reading to rid my blood of this poisonous virus.

I realized only when I was immune from the grip of this black virus just how much this disease is destroying Ethiopia, Eritrea, Africa as a whole, and the black culture in totality.  It hit me in the face like a depraved cherry pie when I witnessed the audacity of hope take flight.  To wit, black folks now support Obama at an astronomical rate of 96%.  But where were these step and fetch it negros when Obama was attempting to become president?  Who were MOST black people supporting back in 2008, that would be one Hillary Rodham Clinton.  Who were they not supporting, that would be Barack Husein Obama.  Before Obama won the Iowa caucus in January of 2008, 68% of all black folks were supporting Hillary Clinton.  So while I was traveling to Iowa, New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, North Carolina, Iowa and Colorado with random white folk, most black folk I know were playing Nintendo and masturbating with thoughts of self-extermination.

You see, it took the permission of white folk in Iowa casting their approval of Obama before black folks decided to jump on the band wagon.  I mean if Massa approved of this man named Obama, then that means it’s time for black folk to stop holding the skirt of Hillary and turn to Obama instead. This is the virus I’m talking about, the black virus of self-hatred.  We have to be told what to like before we like it. We have to be told to believe by white folk before we believe in ourselves.  This is the essence of what I am working to eradicate, but alas, I am not that powerful to think I can EVER make a dent in this bitch named Black Self-Hate.

The funny thing is that I had to turn to a gimmick to get black folk to guess what disease I am talking about.  I am on twitter and Facebook constantly, but for the most part, step and fetch it negros ignore me the same way that they ignored Obama.  Their irises are too filled with self-hatred and their consciences fogged by too much self-enmity to ever think of offering me a hand.  No, I shall instead toil in dark lit corners knowing that one day a white man will take note of me the same way that white folk in Iowa took note of Obama.  It will be at that exact moment when black folk—Ethiopians and Eritreans alike as well as all black folk in general—will jump on my bandwagon and start to sing my praises.  Oh sure, once a white man publishes my story, they will be 96% in my corner.

I wish this were not so.  I wish that black folk would stop being puppets and dogs of white people.  I wish that we would help each other and realize the essence of HEBRET an the depth of self-hate.  But shit, if wishes were that common, my Redskins would be playing in the Superbowl in two weeks.  The truth is that we are all too niggerish and habeshish to even think of seeing beyond our self-hatred.  This fucking disease—one that Obama somehow overcame—is worse than Ebola.  I know this article will lose me many friends and followers on Facebook and twitter, but hopefully it will reach and teach a couple of folk to admire and love themselves first.  This is the thing of martyrs, in trying to help their people they are always crucified by their own people.

Alas, no one will win and iPad, no one guessed what this deadly disease was.  But kind of pathetic that I had to draw your attention to this issue by enticing you with commercial products.  It doesn’t matter, you were going to do nothing with the iPad other than follow the heeding of your masters anyway.  How sad though, I am not a lab technician, if I were I would give all my people a cure and deliver them to self-love. Alas, I dread the day where my people will eventually march right down this street called Self Genocide Avenue and pull the collective trigger to our own temple.  We are killing ourselves and we don’t even know it.  It’s a God damn shame, its a virus named Black Self-Hate. Cock back, KAPOW! RIP Black People!

“Anger may be kindled in the noblest breasts: but in these slow droppings of an unforgiving temper never takes the shape of consistency of enduring hatred.” ~M. Kathleen Casey

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