Early last year, a black teenager named Travon Martin was wandering around inside a gated community in Sanford, Florida "looking suspicious" when he was spotted by a neighborhood watchman who began following him. A confrontation ensued, and the hispanic watchman claims that he was attacked by Martin before shooting him in self defense. The incident caused an immediate racial uproar, with President Obama comparing Martin to "his son". The trial of the watchman for murder is now underway, with non-stop media coverage.

For anyone interested, here are some facts about "Obama's son", who had been suspended from school in North Miami and was staying with a relative in Sanford when he was shot. Martin allegedly called himself the "No-Limit Nigga" just like a real gangsta, and left an online legacy courtesy of Twitter -- the little bird which never forgets. Here are a few gems:

"F*ck a bitch, any bitch, who you want? take yo pick..."
"I smoke alot weed to keep these bitches off my mind!!"
"Da less friendz da betta cuz @ da end of da day it only mean u gon b dat much closer 2 da ppl u fucks w/".

-- Posts by "NO_LIMIT_NIGGA", aka Trayvon Martin

These illiterate punks and their rap star role models proudly refer to themselves as "niggas" and nobody seems to care. Yet, when a white American crime victim dares to use the same "n-word" (ooh!) to describe a dirtbag who stuck a gun in her face during a bank robbery 30 years ago, then the full force of the thought police is unleashed. Paula Deen's popular home-cooking show and related business have now been destroyed, and for what?

The hypocrites at WalMart and Target who dropped Paula Deen's cookware have no problem raking in millions selling degenerate "gangsta music" such as "Get Rich or Die Tryin" by rapper 50 Cent, which is more in harmony with their own corporate philosophy. Of course, they only offer the "edited" versions of the original masterworks:

"My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga, I done came up, and I ain't changed...

Nigga, you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toastin' to the good life
You that faggot-ass nigga tryin' to pull me back, right?...

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mammy, I got the X if you into takin' drugs
I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love
So come gimme a hug, if you're into gettin' rubbed...

When my 'joint' get to pumpin' in the club, it's on!
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she's gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn...

-- Lyrics of "In Da Club" from "Get Rich or Die Tryin"

The cover of "Get Rich or Die Tryin", advertised by WalMart, features 50 Cent wearing a jeweled cross framed by a bullet hole. The smarmy product description of this "incredibly calculated album" describes "In Da Club" as a "mass-market, good-time single". Let the reader decide. The rest of the lyrics are even more depraved.

It isn't just "his show" that brings him the dough. He depends on promoters like Warner Music and Universal Music, spawned by the Hollywood studios, which glorify the violent "nigga" subculture for their own profit. Where is the outcry over that? Note that NBC Universal owns the "Today Show" where Deen was forced to publicly grovel and apologize for her "mistake".

The corporations have attacked and ruined a respectable white Christian woman like Paula Deen with her harmless cooking show, while at the same time promoting and rewarding these black savages and their culture-destroying garbage, emulated by a generation of young idiots like Trayvon Martin. How does this help the black community? What's the agenda? Who benefits?

UPDATE: After a brief trial and review of the evidence, the jury found that the watchman had acted in self defense and was not guilty of murder. Following the verdict, the black rioting which had been anticipated and encouraged for months did not materialize. Despite this, "liberal" demagogues including Barack Obama continue to milk the event for political purposes.