It's NEGRO time!

In the 1960's Negroes were out of control. Their big hair could only be matched by their big attitudes. With their afro sheen at the ready and their picks placed snugly in the back pocket of their jeans these Negroes walked, marched and raised their fists demanding equality. But who did these rebel Negroes want to be equal to? The Jews. For many years the Jews have kept everything out of the coloured man's reach. Sure, we had fried chicken, watermelon and the ability to cut a mean rug, but we were missing the finer things in life. Where were our potato cakes, our bagels, knishes, schmaltz, and matzo? Where was our ability to spin tops, light candles and control both the entertainment, and diamond industries? Finally the Jews joined us in the struggle. They realized that although we all have different religious beliefs we both have big noses. This led to the greatest Negro/Jew collaboration in history...KWANZA! It's celebrated like. Hannukah. At least that's what we want you to think. The gentiles and non-negro think that this holiday is about unity, celebration of negroism and the harvest. They are fools. This is the Jewish/negro annual convention. Once a year at a secret floating location the Negroes and the Jews come together to discuss how things are going. The Jews give their status reports on the entertainment and diamond businesses and the Negroes present end of year reports pertaining to the nba, nfl, the rap/hip-hop business, and any future baby daddies. There is a web site that every registered Jew and negro must sign up to bring something. This year I signed up for biscuits. When the financial aspect of the convention is done that's when we all get down. Down to some serious eating that is. There's chicken soup, macaroni salad, gefilte fish, collard greens, ham hocks and chocolate gilt. We celebrate each other, but more importantly we celebrate yet another year of subversive behavior and come up with new plans to keep "the man" distracted and confused. I'm off now. I'm already late and Schlomo is awaiting my fluffy biscuits.

Step one:
confuse and distract "the man"

Step two:

Step three:
profit