Negros In The Wild

The once bustling community of Caucasia has fallen silent and vacant. What shall we then say to these things? This season we endeavor to combat this emerging epidemic of philosophical white flight in an effort to return Caucasia to its natural state of equitable community.

In spite of so much progress, we are still here.

As we emerge from our collective sequestrations, lazy and plump with ennui, Season 2 looms large and in a particularly negro fashion. Come with us on a journey... another journey... this time with other negros. Several negros. MULTIPLE negros. Legally congregated. And... observing. Join us in joining them whilst they observe you. Right now. ... next Season.

In this, the newest of Caucasian years, our intrepid explorer marks the change thoughtful whilst pacing gracefully (and with much Negro flair) through the crisp morning air of a slowly stirring Caucasia.

A concerned Negra expresses concerns. Deeply. Poeticly. Negro-ly.

Our explorer sits beside a fire, fending off the chill of the air and inspiring thoughts of warmth, perhaps, lacking elsewhere...

Late night and out of the doors, our Negro navigates by starlight and contemplates the boundaries of the land in which he is now contained, the criteria for those boundaries, and how else those boundaries might be negotiated and adjudicated.

Freedom is what you do for others and what they, in turn, grant you. It is both a requirement of human dignity and an ongoing struggle for certain human beings arbitrarily deemed "less human". Our explorer examines the resulting contradictions and their anticipated wildness.

The origins of Caucasia are revealed whilst the nebulous fate of its inhabitants are ruminated upon with insufficient focus and vigor.

The terror of the unknown and ambiguous aftermath of the impending election, inspires our explorer to contemplate, consider, and commune..

As the eye is tragically incapable of viewing itself without outside intervention, so is the Caucasian seemingly limited in their view of self and others. Our explore briefly ruminates on this paradoxical twinship, and its myriad adjacent implications.

Nowhere is absolute confidence in personal goodness on fuller display than here in the wilds of Caucasia. Our explorer ruminates on this observation whilst thoughtfully pacing, as is his Negro wont.

This week, our explorer documents a curious phenomenon seemingly exclusive to Caucasia; a rigid, persistent, nearly dogmatic opposition, not to racism, but the term "racist". We explore this nakedly self-assuaging deflection, and ponder the roots of this nigh ubiquitous contradictory and counterintuitive phenomena.

An evening jaunt provides respite from prying eyes and unveils the unspoiled beauty enrobing the bold and unyielding landscape in a miracle of undulating shadows and stars.

In this episode, our explorer is held at base camp due to inclimate weather. During this trying time, our hero cobbles a theory based on thousands of hours of observations, and public necessity of cats sleeping on loaves of bread.

Follow along with the rhythmic clink of his explorer regalia as our heroic Negro thrusts himself fully Out of the Doors to discover himself... and home... and drug runners... tonight... in the wild.

Our explorer, tangled in the complexity of actual reality and definitions of power, seizes upon a Negro ideal, a moral obligation, and a minimum standard for all Americans.

Our explorer survives yet another assault, this one more nefarious and indelible than the last. Area authorities are silent on the details of the alleged assault as our hero bleeds mightily from the foot and is forced, for the sake of caloric consistency, to consume large amounts of iced cream.

In this recently discovered journal entry, we hear, for the first time, a hint of doubt in Negro's voice as he contemplates the political reality in which he has now discovered himself. Will he possess the temerity to hold out? Or shall our hero recede, in the name of health and wisdom, back to the civilized bosom of NegroLa?

Inclimate weather in the wilds forces our explorer indoors, and into long overdue considerations...

A day before his unexpected and rather unpleasant encounter with a wild Caucasian, our explorer ruminates about the living world around him, and our collective moral duty to preserve its splendor.

Having survived his near fatal encounter with a Wild Unregistered Caucasian, our explorer contemplates the brutal indifference of the Caucasian Wild, and the means by which they may be tamed.

Our intrepid explorer unexpectedly encounters a Wild Unnamed Caucasian and is forced, in spite of the unspeakable terror, to improvise communication and resolution.

In this episode, we venture even further out of the doors into the unmitigated wilds of Caucasia, and are rewarded for our trouble with a spectacular view of the heavens, the glorious crown of stars upon them, virginal, unnamed, cast and shattered like ancient ice, cold-slivered across the infinite velvet. Oh, Caucasia! How the heavens mock your wounded eyes!

Today, our heroic explorer plums the depths of Caucasian civilization to unearth deeper more meaningful truths in search of a more profound connection as a Negro... to the wild.

Today, I encountered an officer of the law. Fortunately, I had already learned his language and customs, and narrowly escaped with my life. And by that I mean, how very very racist of you!

In this episode, our Negro bravely ventures once more into the Out of Doors to test a hypothesis. What he learns as a result may be lesson enough for us all...

I venture further into the out of doors to explore and observe. What I find, is a bit of nature, a lot of Caucasians,... and myself.

I step, not only into the water, but into the complex multitiered conundrum that is, Caucasians of Unknown Intention. Join me.

I lean into the through of American colonial tradition and drink deeply of the water mingled with expectorant of varying origins, discovering along the way that, I too, can discover and claim for myself. Here and now. In the wild...

In this episode, I venture, with my entirely unprotected wild Negro body, into the oft unpredictable and perilous land of Everywhere.

What are Negros? Do they enjoy fish? How can we use fish to lure them into voting for rich white men who demonstrably have no interest black folk? We'll discover Talapia and and catfish traps, here, on Negros in the Wild...