We are told by the liberal cosmopolitans that race is but skin color, that race is insignificant and that if one were to wash a black hard enough they would become white. Whenever riots and violence breaks out within the black community it is excused as pent up rage due to the injustices committed upon the black community. Never does personal responsibility get mentioned, nor does the idea that by our Western values each of these individual crooks must be held responsible as a person. These liberal hypocrites will keep yelling that “equality” through the inequality of special rights must be bestowed upon the black race before they shall act human . As an answer to that I have written this true story to illustrate the reality of the situation. The truth is that environmental factors shall change nothing, for we are not the products of our environment, the environment is the product of our genes ,and in bestowing upon a foreign race our culture and environment we shall in no way elevate them to anything but what they are.
The protagonist of this story is a 13 year old black named Jalen who is atypical for both a black and a thirteen year old. He inhabits South San Fransisco and lives within a stable family where both his mother and father are present, he is not poor and he is friends with a young negro whose uncle was a successful rapper in the late 1980’s. By all means the individual I am discussing is on the right end of the negro IQ curve, on the right end of the negro income curve and in general somebody we should expect to be no different from a White child of his age. However, this is simply not the case, “Double Jay the Great” , his rap name, describes him perfectly: a sneering, arrogant punk with no respect for anybody but himself. He is a most incompetent rapper who by simply ignoring the critique of others keeps himself in his safe bubble of self-admiration. He is sure that he is the next coming of Christ and that everyone who criticizes him is a “hater” who is jealous. In all my correspondence with him I doubt he ever looked at my work and even though he agreed to work under me he attempted to treat me as his employee. He is of the conviction that the world revolves around him and making him big while to his elders he has no respect. Being that I once too was a 13 year old with a love for music I remember with feelings of wistful reminiscence of how we young teens learned the trade from our old and knowledgeable mentor. In him I see a crude hatred for the world for not accepting him as a chosenite. In him I see an intense unexplainable greed, never in our correspondences did I have a single human interaction with him , instead it was always “gibbs me dat” and “do this for me” . Thus, I never felt he was in any way a child but a mental degenerate whose body had not fully matured. I doubt anything would change about him from now until 5 years in the future, he shall always be what he is.
To no surprise I discovered that his mother treats him like human offal , offering him the same sort of treatment that I see him giving me. Unlike us Westerners she treats him as a sort of property that has to be disciplined, not a growing human being . Upon learning of his successes her first reaction wasn’t joy but how to monetize it . This attitude quickly took away any guilt I would have had if I had gotten a human reaction. Through her actions I saw that he was from an affirmative action family which is merely a more advanced stage of the welfare family. Ultimately his family is merely a model of the structure upon which Black America lives – intense self entitlement of racial special rights .
Our correspondence with Double Jay began when Jett found a video of him. We thought it rather funny that a negro, who looked a lot like Steve Urkel , was completely failing to rap and yet acted as if he was God’s gift to humanity. Jett took one of his videos, added a beat to it and then we uploaded it to our youtube channel, we figured the video would just float around a little and then it would soon be forgotten.
Figuring that I can stir the pot a little I added a couple of comments to his page (the order is from the bottom up) , not expecting any response except “you fucking racists, bla bla bla”
He replied; however, his reply was not what I had expected, and that’s when my story began:
I promptly replied with-
His insatiable greed quickly made him forget the initial insult I posted in his comments and instead he was intensely interested in me getting him famous:
Initially I tried to convince him to get Skype however it turned out that he was a bit too dumb for that. Similarly our attempts to get him to rap battle weren’t particularly successful. Of interest was one message though:
His computer is in the living room where his mother watches him all the time. Here he assures me that he has hook ups with Dana Dane, a famous rapper from the 80’s, except Dana Dane is his friend’s uncle and his friend has no actual interest in hooking Jay up, as far as it goes it’s not a hookup its just a “I know a famous person’s relative”
To keep him interested I fluff him up a little with some false compliments and promises of fame and money.
Another thing I discover about him early in the game is that he is making an album – the quality is likely the same awful quality as his channel raps, but what I found most funny is that he made rap titles before even making the songs. Unlike real musicians who try out dozens of songs and only pick out the best he expects every rap to be a hit. His mother soon tries to inch into the scene so as to secure the fame and cash I am offering:
At this point he does call and I try to have him rap battle Winston, a wigger who I had a funny interview with (look it up on my site, interview with a wigger). Winston is a much older and better rapper however I found out that Jay is too technologically impaired to be of much use at this front. During this time our staff starts reconsidering what to actually do with him as our initial plan of having him rap at random people falls through, during this time we discover the content of his character. A few days later he sends me this garbage:
This is an unbelievable request considering that by this point the video is by far the most popular video of him and getting us a solid 100-150 a day.
I quickly make some bullshit up:
The rude asshole doesn’t give up though:
Not only am I getting him a contract but now I have to be his personal secretary?
Naturally I am polite for the time being:
He calms down a little but it wont be the first time that he crosses the line.
Also I discover he has an obsession with a site called “encyclopedia dramatica”:
He replies:
I ask him about whether or not he posted there on the discussion page, to which he says:
Let’s see what he actually posted there:
Threatening people with your mom sure is gangsta.
The funniest quote I dug up there though was:
Don’t mind the YungEggplant stuff just yet, I will explain it in due time.
So the conversation goes on a little:
To which I reply:
To me both the “new” and the “old” stuff sounds just as shitty. Finally he says:
This is while people are commenting on my vid of him telling him he can’t even ride a beat and that he is garbage. Instead of actually trying to improve he just calls them haters and says his new stuff is the best.
I put him on the backburner , he calls me once bit it’s not an interesting call – all I find out is that when I speak to him he stutters, likely from savage excitement over the money this dumb white man is offering him. After a few days my empathy kicks in a little and I decide to see if I could actually seriously work with him by creating a chain of command and explaining to him how it works:
He replies with
So then I attempt to establish the chain of command and explain to him our working relationship:
To which he unconvincingly replies with:
Then Brett Quinn tries to do the same:
Again a similar short reply.
To him we are but a vehicle by which he gets a fame, he has no actual interest in working with us, as we find out later he doesn’t actually want to let us write his lyrics – he thinks hes a good writer, rapper and he makes good beats (which are just stolen off someone else).
What he does next commits us to ending him. On Thanksgiving day he sends this:
This is the day on which white families enjoy the company of their family; however, just by the fact that he is messaging me on this day about “business” I can see that to them Thanksgiving isn’t an important day. My attempts at having reared him into the work process have failed – he still retains the “gibbs me that” attitude that all welfare coons and affirmative action monkeys have. According to him I am his servant even if he had just agreed to work under me.
I give him a simple but clear reply, any functioning 13 year old should have realized at this point that he overstepped a line:
Naturally he still treats Jett and Jahn as his own personal marketing agency even when I told him clearly that he has to involve us in the process and he has to work with us:
After a bit of thinking I come up with a plan to play into his intense greed
His reply is as I expected-
Let me help you? Really? I offer you money and it’s just you letting me help you? Arrogant twit.
Ah funny guy… You wont be discovered because there’s nothing to be discovered, but I will let everyone discover what a POS you are. Enter Karl Van Der Meer:
To which nugget says:
Nigga sure is obsessed about encyclopedia dramatica . Naturally we get him interested in the money because I know he only exists on greed:
Of course he wants it
So we tell him:
Naturally he has no idea what paper work even is, he thinks that rap is a 4 step process:
1. Rap
2. Get discovered
3.
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4. Profit
He replies with
Karl says
To which Jay says
Ha ha ha… Employment? Like your parents you’ll just be a money sucking parasite for the rest of your life. Naturally all he cares about is the cash, so Karl goes official on him:
It seems he thinks that he’s already at the music awards:
Naturally no paper work ever comes because we know he wont be able to figure it out anyways, the important thing is that he is now obsessed with the 10,000.
As a parting goodbye Double Jay asks Karl if he’s going to give him the money in his typical rude nigger fashion:
He contacted me again on December 1st:
Afterwards I wondered if our business was done so I messaged him, turns out we weren’t even close. His mammy was only mad at the fact that I wouldn’t get into any legal binding but it was pretty clear that she still wanted that cash.
To which he replies
Naturally I had no interest in calling his parents. He was so sure we were legit that I let him play on that:
So I said
At this point I reflected how funny it was that we openly have on our page this:
It openly says right on the page that we are a group for those who are sick and tired of hip hop culture and wiggers. Jay ,in a call I didn’t record, claimed that he had looked at our site, I highly doubt that because as soon as you look at the page and scroll to the tags, it’s pretty obvious that we aren’t a rap studio.
Next he sent me this gem:
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Even after agreeing to work under us he still views himself as our employer not vice versa. This is how blacks view you when you give them charity money – you’re a dumb cracker who doesn’t deserve that cash anyways, we exist only to serve them and for their comfort. This is the reality of post-civil rights black relations with whites, we have become their morally inferior servants that owe them everything for our "previously" bad behavior towards them before. To them we aren’t equals but exploitable fools. He doesn’t get the concept of doing work for me so that I will do favors for him, he just thinks I am a fool and I owe it to his black ass.
I quickly put him back in his place.
Naturally he doesn’t get it through his thick skull right away
Oh no he doesn’t want to work for me he just wants me to give him a hand out.
Alright let me be more clear for you:
Once there’s a risk of losing that 10,000 he backs off, as always greed prevails. Anything for them 10,000 dollars massa!
I make sure to praise him properly for being a good boy and give him a doggy treat.
Then he says:
I don’t need to prove shit to you or your mammy.
He then engages in some masturbatory daydreaming:
The irony here is that he ripped off one of Death Row’s beats and had it pulled off youtube for copyright infringement.
And as always all he’s thinking about is that 10,000, not the work required to get it.
Well what can you expect, it’s not as if he will ever work or have any respect for work. He thinks that yelling nonsense garbage into a mic is work, imagine when he finds out what work ACTUALLY is.
What’s funny is he also notes that he has an autotuner and that he tried autotuning himself but it’s no good. What he doesn’t realize is that autotuning is a highly technical process and requires a good sound technichian to make it work. Naturally, he thinks that he can do it all because he is in fact double jay the great.
I put him on the backburner for 2 days again and he comes at me with this on December 3rd:
It seems that just like my sarcasm he never picks up on the fact that I don’t want anything to do with his dad. Naturally I simply blow him off by telling him that it aint nunna my business as his mum would say.
