I remember, I was a child of seven when Apollo 11 landed. I remember watching with breathless wonderment in what I thought would be our people's future. A future where our people would go on to the stars..

It was not to be. The dream died. Destroyed by the millstone around our collective necks of white guilt & black dysfunction & incompetence.

I hold out hope that it will be our destiny to spread our kindred folk thru the cosmos.. Someday?. Firstly, we MUST throw off the insane burden of "white guilt". It is OUR people who created this modern world & all of the bounty that comes with it. I myself do not suffer that burden.

Second. We must somehow, separate ourselves from the negro. This pestilence has the ability to bring the whole world down with it.

If we can do this. Expunge the insanity of political correctness & white guilt & separate the negro from our folk, we just might be able to fulfill our destiny. The one I feel that the gods hade planned for us. To go to the stars..