BLACK LIKE ME 10-20-10

Dumb people make dumb kids. Those dumb kids grow up to be dumb ass motherfuckers who end up producing even dumber children than they were. Likewise, fat people make fat kids. These fat kids grow up to be fat ass motherfuckers who end up making even fatter children than they were. Wrap this all up in a Puerto Rican burrito and you have the garrulous motherfuckers talking real loud in the seat behind mine while I’m trying to sleep on the 7:30am Chinatown bus back to Philly because someone in New York gave me a bucket of drugs that kept me awake the whole night and right now all I want to do is die or at least sleep on this fucking bus and I want to tell the bitch behind me to shut the fuck up but this is America and because of our 1st Amendment you aren’t allowed to tell people to shut the fuck up just because you don’t like what they’re saying or because you think they’re dumber than three rocks in a trashcan. I guess this is why America is great: freedom of expression. Even the dullards are allowed to chime in. “Lookit! The Chinese people they is like, they doing exercise, I think they want to work out they hips or somfing.” The bus passes a group of elderly Chinese women as they practice their morning Tai Chi exercises in an adjacent park. “It look sorta weird, but they so old and small, they cute though the way they move all slow, it’s like they stuck in some syrup.” Jesus fucking Christ. Why wasn’t I given the foresight to care about math and science while a youth in school, to heed the warnings of those who came before me that being able to read wasn’t something special, that everyone can read, but what would’ve separated me from those who can afford Amtrak and those who must use this god forsaken Chinatown bus, would’ve been an acute knowledge of algebra and chemistry, or at least the good fortune of being a bit better about saving my allowance? Is a little foresight too much to ask for? Perhaps it is. Perhaps foresight is too close to psychic powers and only special people deserve such abilities, people like saints, or people who have never lied ever, or kindly lepers, or crazy religious people who wouldn’t think twice about taking a homeless person into their own homes, or maybe like those people who have lived countless lifetimes and they’re really close to achieving a complete karmic bank statement of 0 and they’re thus on their final go ‘round on earth so they get laced with super powers, and if not super powers at least foresight. But for people like me, those who haven’t seem to learn anything during their life or lives on earth and repetitiously commit themselves to the same mistakes over and over again, people like me who lie, people like me who accept things like a bucket of drugs from strangers, people like me who aren’t good at math, people like me who can’t recite the alphabet backwards even at age 32, people like me who are controlled by their sex organs, people like me with bad posture, people like me who don’t call their mother’s on Mother’s Day or forget their father’s birthday, shallow motherfuckers like me who care more about what’s on someone’s Itunes more so than they care about world hunger or the environment. People like me, we don’t get foresight, or even hindsight for that matter, people like me just get a $10 seat in front of a Puerto Rican family, the both of us on our way to Philadelphia, a distant cousin of all harlots and abominations, no matter how hard it tries to wear the airs of Babylon.