When, in the year after my birth, the men who ruled this nation decided to destroy the black family by putting all the power into the hands of single women, a race was called back onto the plantation of the mind, their bodies were let loose to clear working class areas for eventual gentrification. As this outward burning anti-cultural brushfire cleanses the body politic and the elite savor the thought of reoccupying the city center, their female minions do their bidding, by producing the least psychologically able male children possible.

Below are two examples from this past week:

First [this has happened to me on my street twice this year] I was walking down to the market past a car with two open doors that was parked in front of a rental house. Standing next to the passenger-side door was a 25-year-old woman. In the back seat was a child. Standing next to the driver's-side door was her man.

He had a "what do you want me to do?" look of asking depression on his open countenance, his hands proffered high and out to the side in the attitude of one who is pleading a hopeless case.

She wore a scowl of disdain and sneered, "Muthafucka, yer shit is jus' pathetic."

He seemed hurt as she turned away from him and looked up into my face, beamed a big pretty smile and said, "God morning, sir."

Being a benevolent white daddy, I tipped my cap and smiled as I returned her good morning. I was not three paces past the car when she lit back into him, "Muthafucka, who you think you tryin' ta impress—bitch!"

He has my pity.

Last night, in a Baltimore area supermarket, a 35-year-old woman, with her 18-year-old son in tow was watching her food stamp order being rung out at the register when her son asked permission to buy an apple, which was given with a curt nod and a wide eye, hand on hip. The apple turned out to cost an entire dollar and she said, "Oh hell no! I ain' payin' no dolla fo no muvafucin' apple—you feel me boy!"

The full grown man then returned to the produce department to find a better priced apple, and returned with an entire bag of apples that only cost $1.49. As soon as mamma saw this bag of apples she screamed, "Muthafuca, I ought ta whoop yo trifflin' ass! Watch you tryan' ta spend all a my food stamps?"

Mamma screamed at, cussed, degraded and threatened her son for a minute or so and then sent him back to return the purchase. When the white male cashier asked her if he should total the order, she looked up at him, batted her eyes, smiled, called him sir and thanked him graciously.

That is how you build an emasculation nation, one bitch at a time.