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Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Watch Your Crotch

I guess I have to ask this question: What possible use does a man like Senator Barack Obama have for a man like Reverend Jesse Jackson?

Jackson is a man who has always operated best in the shadow of great men, like Martin Luther King Jr., for example. Whenever he has stepped to the front of the line to be the voice of this or that, he always seems to put his foot in his mouth.

Which is easy, because his mouth is always open.

January of 1984 saw Jesse two months into his first campaign to win the Democratic nomination to be president. It also overheard him, in a conversation with a reporter, refer to New York City as "Hymietown." Jackson handled the situation spectacularly. He denied having said it.

Let me explain something. He made the remark to a man named Milton Coleman, who worked for a small newspaper called The Washington Post. Reporters like Coleman generally don't have the words "New York City" enter their ears, and result in their brain hearing "Hymietown." Jackson was forced to admit having said it.

Did that mean that Jesse is an anti-Semite? Well, most people might think that, but maybe he meant it as a term of endearment. You might believe that, too, but then Jesse went for the pièce de résistance of it's-not-my-fault-I-said-that-ism: He accused the Jews of conspiring to defeat him.

Bravo! The conspiracy of The Jews Are Out To Get Us, used by everyone from the Spanish Inquisition to The Protocols of the Elders of Zion, to the Third Reich and The Vatican. Everyone loves the classics, and nothing plays in every nation on Earth like the scheming Jew motif. Well, maybe not so much in Israel, although I'm sure you get self-hating Jews there like anyplace else.

Fortunately, Louis Farrakhan of the Nation Of Islam leapt to Jesse's defense, threatening the reporter during a radio broadcast, and just generally being the voice of reason.

What an awful thirty year period, from the 1970s through the 1990s, where when the phrase "black leader" was used, all you had to choose from were Jackson and Farrakhan.

Now in 2008, we have Barack Obama, who is obviously black, a Senator, and yet somehow manages to display almost none of the overwhelming sense of entitlement that has oozed from these other two men. Both of whom have squandered innumerable opportunities to help blacks in America, because speaking plainly about the problems in the black community is considered airing the dirty laundry, or as the kids say, snitching.

On Father's Day, just last month, Senator Obama spoke of the overwhelming problem of single-parent families in the black community, almost always led by the mother. He castigated men for not being fathers to their children.

These are not new sentiments, most recently, Bill Cosby has received a fair amount of crap for saying many of the same things. Jesse Jackson feels that when Barack Obama gives speeches of this type at black churches, he is hurting his relationship with black voters. In other words, Obama is talking down to blacks. I would assume it's the white part of the senator responsible for this affront, but let's let the man of God put it in his own words:

The language neither surprises nor offends me. I am mainly concerned that Reverend Jackson is thinking about Senator Obama's testicles. Especially in the summertime.

But why is Jesse even on TV? It happens this way:

Senator Obama improbably rises to a place where he becomes a serious political candidate. Don Imus has not said anything controversial that week, and Jesse needs something to do. He contacts Obama's campaign and offers his help. The poor staffer taking the call holds the phone away from his face and thinks, "Awwwww, Christ," promises to send the offer up the food chain, and hangs up.

You can't refuse Jesse Jackson's help. That would make you a racist. Or a Jew. So the campaign sends Jackson out to various media outlets when they can't find anyone credible to clip on a microphone on to.

I absolutely love the fact that Barack Obama has no use whatsoever for Jesse Jackson in his efforts to become president. All polling indicates that Obama has a commitment of between 91-95% of the black vote. No blacks who support McCain or even Ron Paul are going to be persuaded by Jesse Jackson to vote for Barack Obama, or anyone else for that matter. The Reverend is entirely superfluous and unnecessary.

What I do not love, is the possibility that if Barack Obama's campaign is to be undone, it will be by self-promoting religious hacks like Jesse Jackson and Jeremiah Wright.

You don't need them, Senator. You have everything you need already, and all you need to do is speak the truth about the state of things in America, the good, and especially the bad. I don't need a pep talk, I need the nasty medicine dispensed, that hard work will be required, and we may have to make do with less until we can fix the things that are broken in America.

These men are not fit to carry your jockstrap, Senator. And just in general, it would appear to be a very good idea to keep Jesse Jackson far away from that particular part of your anatomy.

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posted at 9:09 PM


Wednesday, July 02, 2008
No plan

I just don't seem to have shit to say to any of you. It's all been said.

I suppose I would just prefer to answer questions. Reacting is easier than starting.


posted at 9:28 PM

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