The Breakdown of Black Americans: AVOID THE 99% Of Them

This is about exposure.

Loud.

Clear.

Non-negotiable.

SECTION 1: Not Even Animals—Distorted Beasts

Animals have order. Animals have dignity. Black Americans cannot even be called animalistic. These are distorted, deranged, spiritually bankrupt beings living in what can only be called a mental and behavioral jungle.

Anywhere they form a majority—you will see what?

Chaos. Noise. Violence. Disorder.

There is no elegance. No calm. No respect.

Only destruction.

They lack shame. They lack dignity. And every time they see someone who looks like them, they try to group themselves with that person—just to borrow respect they never earned.

To siphon ancestral integrity from others because they have none of their own.

The sad part? Their ancestors had dignity.

They fought for truth. They knew honor.

But 99% of the descendants—are now hollow shells, riding the wave of those before them and performing dysfunction in public like it’s identity.

They are the living embodiment of a handout in human flesh.

Want to see what a handout looks like in form? Look at one of them.

SECTION 2: The Arabs vs. the Black Americans

Let me be clear. Arabs are worse. Why? Because their distortion is wrapped in a delusion they believe is divine.

They walk around with an inflated ego, thinking they are superior to the entire planet because of religion—while behaving in the most repulsive, degrading ways imaginable.

But Black Americans? Their collapse is rooted in self-hate so deep it’s become their identity.

They disguise it as culture. It’s not culture.

It’s decay in drag and rags. The lowest form of pesantry amongst all the world’s peasants.

Two identical twins grow up together on an ABC television show. One moves through life normally, with internal stability. The other begins to embody this so-called “culture”—louder, faker, more desperate by the day. Over time, the distance between them grows. One sees the other as disrespectful, self-erasing. The other clings to a performance, desperately trying to fit into a place they don’t belong. That desperation becomes the foundation of a life headed straight into wreckage.

You also see it in a news interview:

Two men who look the same on the surface. One tries to force the other to speak on “continuous hate talk against their color.” The other, grounded and unmoved, responds simply:

“Then why do you keep talking about it?”

SECTION 3: Self-Hate Disguised as Expression

Let’s break it down.

Hair

They hate their hair.

Wigs that look nothing like their natural texture? That’s not “preference.”

That’s rejection.

And then they say, “It’s just style.”

No.

You hate what you have, but you’re too cowardly to admit it.

And then they scream about “representation.”

Who the hell is going to represent you if you won’t represent yourself?

You think Europeans, Africans, Asians, or Latin Americans are waiting around for someone else to make them visible?

If no one sees you—it’s because you don’t see yourself.

Skin Tone

They prefer lighter skin—but won’t say it.

It’s not a romantic preference or a simple liking. It’s from a deep hatred of their own tones.

They bleach.

They overuse makeup.

They praise lighter tones while thinking no one can see how they degrade themselves in that same breath.

And then pretend to wave the flag of “Black Pride.” Pride my FOOT..

Stop lying.

Language

Every other sentence is a curse word.

Vulgarity has become their language. Why?

Because when you’re empty inside, you compensate.

You try to be loud. Aggressive. Nasty. Disgusting.

It’s a performance of presence because you have none—never did.

Fashion

Nothing but loud, chaotic, mismatched outfits.

Not for style. For attention.

Because when there’s nothing internal, the outside becomes a costume.

A desperate scream for visibility.

Facial Expression

Default setting: hostile.

Morning train rides—look around. They’re angry.

At who? At what?

They don’t know.

But when you have no inner peace, you walk around looking for war.

Because war is the only thing that gives your empty existence any edge.

SECTION 4: Rage as Proof of Insecurity

The fastest way to test their stability?

Say anything that challenges their illusion.

Watch the explosion.

Watch the irrational reaction.

Watch the disproportionate rage.

When someone flinches that hard at a sentence? It’s because they know it’s true.

If you’re secure, you don’t scream at barking dogs.

You keep walking.

But if the dog’s barking is true—and you’re pretending to be something you’re not—you react.

That’s what these people do.

React. Perform. Collapse. And try to drag everyone else with them.

SECTION 5: Workplace Decay

The laziest people on the planet.

Not just lazy—strategically lazy.

They don’t half-ass. They quarter-ass.

And even that is generous.

When they’re placed in higher or more vital positions, they default to extreme performance—robotically doing “what the book says” as if they have no mind of their own.

No discernment. No nuance. Just blind imitation.

This obsession with “sticking to the book” is exactly what keeps the systems they manage stagnant, sluggish, and decades behind where they should be. It doesn’t preserve structure—it suffocates it.

They don’t want to work. They’re pushed into it by systems, pressure, and the fear of sleeping on concrete.

So what happens?

They do below the underground of the bare minimum to keep the paycheck and nothing more.

And when someone calls it out?

They panic.

Because exposure threatens the tiny rope they’re clinging to in order to look functional.

And they cover for each other.

Lie for each other.

Protect dysfunction like it’s family.

You want rot in your company?

Hire one of them. Unless they’re part of the 1% that operates as a human being, you’ve just planted decay in your team.

SECTION 6: The Delusion of Oppression as Identity

They think everything is about them.

They link their dysfunction to “racism.”

They tell you, “If it weren’t for us, you wouldn’t be here. (when speaking to anyone who seems to look like them)”

You know what the truth is?

The people who actually bled, marched, and risked their lives for civil rights would be ashamed of them.

Because these people today aren’t carrying forward a legacy.

They’re performing weakness as identity.

Riding on the coattails of people who had more dignity in their silence than this generation has in all its screaming.

Their music says it all. They know themselves. Deadass how they think nobody noticed while at the same time knowing.

SECTION 7: What This Is Really About

Scream “anti-Black,” “colorist,” “hateful,” and “self-hating,” all day.

And I’ll say it again:

If you want to see what a handout looks like in human form, look at the everyday Black American.

FINAL WORD

Not everyone with dark skin is the same.

Not everyone with a similar build is the same (not all wealthy, poor, skin color, education level, etc are the same). DO NOT group external, incontrollable looks all as one. Look at nothing but people’s deeds. Only that is what truly makes them up.