About the Black Beast title

About the Black Beast title
A blog on racism in professional and college Sports...Beast, animal, and the like were the first names our ancestors were given out of their own name by the slavers. This dehumanized them and set the stage for the entire enlavement process. It was objectification. Today, adult black men who play professional sport are referred to as beasts (and required to be more athletic than their professional white counter parts who are only required to be some what athletic and intelligent so that better black athletes are cut and more white ones are given large sums of money to be professional(as if black athletes do not demonstrate intelligence) which would not happen if all athletes were equally appraised. But more white athletes is a requirement by white coaches, white owners, white ruled leagues who realize that white children look up to, even idolize these men in uniform and that role can never fall to the Black Beast alone. Moreover the self identity of the white male is at stake, for the white male must be able to compete. (The white male must!) This beastly objectification harkens back to the day of the slaver when our ancestor was nothing more than muscle to do their bidding. Here in this blog, The Black Beast is loosed to take back humanity, to demand treatment as a human being, more than muscle and sinew bid to win or loose for white males.Here in this space, it's the Black Beast walkin' down every iota of racism and vindicating all uses of the race card against those who created it.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Clay Matthews The Great White Linebacker and knowing when you was right

The following appeared in annuvision blog which is now closed. The cached version of this can be found here to prove I did write it that day.


Thursday, November 26th, 2009
Watchin’ Green Bay Detroit. Thanksgiving annual blow out. Suddenly Troy Aikman starts with the Great White Hype….Clay Mathews having, I think, a remarkable year.
You kiddin’ me? Are you serious?
I’ve watched every game. I’m unimpressed. Doesn’t hold up at the point of attack. Every sack based on coverage after the tackle’s given up. Can’t get past a tackle. NO hand movement, slower lateral speed.
Is he a 3-4 Lb in the league?
Yes.
Can he make a play.
Yes.
Is he James Harrison or Julian Peterson?
No.
Is he Calvin Pace?
No.
Is he Lawrence Taylor?
Oh hell no!
Those are remarkable 3-4 LBs.
Clay is nothing more than hype. Functional hype. And I said so
The Overly Hyped Great White Line Backer
The Overly Hyped Great White Line Backer
. But he can’t get off a block unless the tackle gives up. I haven’t seen him toss a tackle yet,. I haven’t seen him rip out yet once the tackle’s on him. Though I’ve seen him go by the off balanced tackle after the great white linebacker’s opportunity for a sack has come and gone,I ain’t seen him run by jack yet. I haven’t seen him intimidate a soul.
Oakland’s Scott #91 out of the University of Buffalo is a betta baller. Gets off blocks. Strong at the point of attack. And he’s white. He just produces. None of the coverage sacks. But just a betta baller. But doesn’t get the hype.
I’m sure these Cats blowin’  Matthews up were invested in him as a college senior. I guess they would say I’m the same in opposite direction as his detractor. What I say to them is you were screaming about how good he was. I said he wasn’t all that now I ask you again…
Is he Julian Petersen?
Is he LT?
Hell he ain’t even #91 for the Raiders.
And the way you Cats screamed about him he had to be at least that. And he ain’t. And if you say he is, then you lying to yourself. Period. But you can continue to scream about him and America will believe you. Cause you’ve got their ear and the white commentators continue to ignore the cats gettin’ double teamed, and triple teamed, but still get pressure. And here you go wantin’ to tell me about what a remarkable season he’s having.
Just so you know, I can’t hear that bullshiiii yall is layin’ down. Period. Cause he ain’t a remarkable linebacker.  Slower than the fastest LBs and nowhere as physical. He couldn’t even carry LeMarr’s Jock.
Period.
And I knew I was right.
All along.
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