Cornel West, Doctor of “Civil Rights,” Princeton Mambo Jambo Studies, etc. (his 1980 phd dissertation: “The Ethical Dimensions of Marxist Thought,” no lie). Here he’s seen gutturally communicating at a tribal gathering called the “Hip Hop Awards” on Black Entertainment TV (BET). He surely looks to be “getting his groove on,” which is technical Negro talk for speech-making. Or dancing. Or having sex. Keep in mind, these big mouthed Negroes have their very own TV network but thankfully, have filled-up the rest of our network TV and movies, too. They so love getting on TV and will do absolutely ANYTHING to get in front of cameras to impress family and chicks to get laid. Especially if it’s a White chick.
To all my “Africanus-American” study subjects: I hear you. How could I not, with those yawning, stinking orifaces and those non-stop, yapping mandibles? All your yelling and screaming of street gibberish in my face about my website, etc., etc.? Hey bros, I’m just here to see “whassup” and investigate your disgusting africanus-american “culture” in closer detail.
On your ever erudite advice (i.e. putting a cap in me), I’ve decided to reevaluate the whole deal. Looking through all the photos I’ve taken in my extensive field work, I have suddenly come to realize that the Negroid Race represents the epitome of advanced taste and style for today’s young American — black or White. To convince my fellow Whites of this viewpoint, I’ve assembled a collection of images that conclusively prove my thesis.
You see, I’m now working towards a doctorate — a doctorate in Anthropology and advanced tribal behavior in today’s Brave New America. I foresee this becoming the next big thing in intellectual circles, as we witness the eventual slide of the US into the sub-Saharan lifestyle and the third world hell-hole planned out for us by Big Jewry.
This photo collection is chiefly geared to us ignorant racist crackers, so you Africanus-Americans needn’t spend your precious and valuable time looking them over — no need to click on the “continue reading” button below. Remember, you have much better things to do today, like playing on the X-box, doing a drive-by, or eating at a Popeye’s Fried Chicken outlet (Popeye’s is now paying me to drop their name in on any Negro postings — us doctorate students need financial support, especially when our cameras and tape recorders get broken, see more below).
Do not click on the “read the rest” button unless you belong to the Caucasian race and are sorely in need of reeducation!
Good Googly Moogly! These kind of chicken-chomping mouths must send shudders through-out the entire poultry community! Imagine being a Negro “playa” and having to face this kind of mouth, 24/7? Readers, I’d be looking for some easily-cowed liberal Whitey girl, too, if this was waiting for me at home. My tape recorder was soon rendered useless due to the massive decibel levels I was exposed but, thankfully, I wore earplugs and am just fine.
Did someone get her welfare check lost in the mail or have her man stolen? But it really could’ve been the smallest thing — even the wrong kind of primate-like stare will create such explosive reactions. That White reporter had better get that microphone away or it might end up as evidence in an assault or murder trial!
Uh oh, looks like a few Negroes got their feelings hurt! This is often the end result of what is called being “dissed” — a form of social interaction in which Negroes gain tribal status by verbally disrespecting opposing Negroes and still surviving. Often when a “dissing match” breaks out, Black on-lookers will gather to form a tight circle and laugh openly to spur on the contestants — that is, until semi-auto handguns are produced and then they all spring for cover. But that appears to be part of the fun!
Nothing says style as much as a fine suit of threads. Here we have the now, sadly, former mayor of Detroit, Kwame Fitzpatrick arriving at the General Motors “Style” event looking mayoral in his hip-hop do-dads. Top right: Here we see the ever serious and thoughtful Muslim brotherhood contingent at the Jena 6 Thuggery celebrations held in Jena, LA. Dressing proud lends them the gravitas they so richly deserve. Bottom right: The always sharp, Reverend Al Sharpton. And last, but not least, a fine set of rims will surely garner the attention if the clothes don’t. High interest bank loans make it easy to get these fancy hub caps, if you can believe it.
Fashionistas: Looking tasteful and classically stylish is an important consideration for Negro females, as you can see. The lovely gal on the right is modeling the latest in High School prom fashions for the huge 12-18 year-old maternity demographic. Note the line of hair running down the abdomen. Nice.
Normally, one might think this look at the Grammy Awards would draw howls of protest in the media, but guess what? They really do like to be called this and miss that special attention from old Whitey. Yet the Negroes needn’t worry, since all us Evil Slavers think this little word all the time (even liberals), and often use it with other Whites whenever we need a chuckle. But that’ll be our little secret, right?
Next to big mouths, fat corpuscle-filled, glutteous maximus is another status symbol of Negro females. They call this “Big Booty” and nothing excites the Black male so much. The females of the species love shaking that thing in the faces of potential mates, enticing them away from any competing love interests. It works, believe me. Another physical advantage is that the females can live if necessary, for over 9 months on the stored body fat kept there — usually long enough to pop-out another welfare baby to start the whole process all over again!
Big Butts just send Negro males completely over the edge sexually and they’ll immediately start dry-humping (pretend sexual intercourse) on anything within clasping range of their front paws, even in broad daylight. If no Negress or creature is around, they’ll look for any convenient hole in the ground or even in the street. Why do you think potholes are such an urban problem these days?
My field work sometimes requires me to visit local tribal gatherings so as to understand various mating rituals. This last shot broke my camera for some reason, so now I’m reduced to making written observations only.
As you can readily see, this is valuable scientific work for this day and age. And you too can help out by visiting your local Popeye’s Fried Chicken restuarant and requesting the Dr. INCOG MAN PROJECT Donation Jar and give what you can afford. Cigarettes and bullets are welcome as well. Also, remember that the documentation of the slide of a first world country into a third world one was my idea first — because I’m certain some tenured Jew professor at some point will try to steal my thesis so they can have another Jew-stolen Nobel prize!
— Dr. (soon to be) INCOG MAN
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