A message to white, conservative America...get over yourselves.
Our friends on the right are having a gay, old time (not like "Larry Craig" gay) clucking their tongues and shaking their heads over the Rev. Jeremiah Wright and the sermons he preached while Barak Obama was within earshot. It seems that Rev. Wright made a few inflammatory statements that would not have gotten him invited to a communion breakfast at the local VFW hall. Heaven forfend!
Forget that George Bush traveled to South Carolina on his knees (not like "Larry Craig" on his knees) in 2000 to kiss Jerry Falwell's ass. That would be the same Jerry Falwell who blamed the 9-11 attacks on gays and lesbians. I guess all outrageous rhetoric is not created equal. However, tempting thou it is, this rant is not about George the Lessor.
The Obama/Wright issue is a red herring on so many levels that it's hard to know where to begin. Let's start with Rev. Wright.
The Reverend is a Navy and Marine Corps veteran. (Dick Cheney and Rush Limbaugh had better things to do.) Before his recent retirement he had been the pastor of the Trinity United Church of Christ since 1972. His list of achievements and honors would fill a book including praise from Presidents Johnson and Clinton. But he is also a 67 year old black man in America. His experiences with racism are typical of his generation.
His denunciation of the treatment of black Americans at the hands of the white establishment is entirely understandable and entirely justified. Blacks in this country have endured 400 years of slavery followed by another 100 years of Jim Crow segregation. People can get pretty angry in 500 years. Just because things have finally begun to improve somewhat since the 60's, is no reason to think that African Americans have forgiven and forgotten. Being less of a second-class citizen is still to be a second-class citizen. If, as a white person in this country, you believe that Black people have gained full equality, that you probably also believed "Mission Accomplished".
As a white person living in the United States I have at no time, or for any reason, been discriminated against. I have never been stopped by the police for being in a wealthy neighborhood. I have never been watched in a jewelry store or asked by mistake to park some one's car in front of a restaurant. No one has ever called me a racially-based name. (All slurs against me have been intelligence-based)
White America has no idea what it means to be black and therefore no idea how they might react to the systemic degradation of their race. You simply have no frame of reference.
Yes, Barak Obama attended Sunday services at Rev. Wright's church in Chicago and he heard many of the pastor's over-the-top sermons. To suggest that the Senator took every word to heart is nonsense. None of us agree with all of the opinions of our friends and mentors. Even John McCain has had to distance himself from the opinions of some of the people that have endorsed him. Besides, I thought all you conservatives liked church-goers.
Barak Obama is black. Sooner or later that fact had to come up. Rather than sidestep the issue the Senator from Illinois addressed it directly. That sort of candor was missing from the discussion of George W. Bush's drug use, or the Clinton's recent tax returns. Obama's treatment of his friendship with Rev. Wright stands in stark contrast to how Hillary Clinton tap-danced around the Bosnia-sniper statement. (not like Larry Craig tap dancing.)
Obama supporters can remain secure in the knowledge that most of the electorate who have been offended by the sermons of Reverend Wright, weren't wearing Obama '08 buttons anyway.
They wear buttons that say "Alcohol, Tobacco & Firearms Should be an Advertising Slogan".
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
...or does four grand not go as far as it use to?
Eliot, Eliot...where did we go wrong? We sent you to Horace Mann, to Princeton, to Harvard Law. You married the shikseh from North Carolina. You got the best jobs with the best firms. The people of New York literally swept you into the governor's mansion. You had it all. All you had to do was follow your heart and your brain to Washington. Following your johnson was never part of the plan.
I blame George W. Bush. Actually, I blame GWB for the Lincoln shooting and for the Cubs blowing a big lead in 1969. However, if you can't blame George, how about Richard M. Nixon? If he hadn't made the Army a volunteer force, maybe Gov. Spitzer would have been drafted. Part of his basic training would have included watching the training film, "Hello, Sailor." That lesson might have prevented all of this unpleasantness. As it is, the only good thing to come of the Governor's transgression is that writers for Leno and Letterman are arriving for work at dawn every day.
Several questions have surfaced in the wake of the "Spitzer issue":
What does a women have to do to earn $4,000 (aside from the obvious stuff like do your taxes, wax your car, or paint your house)? I like to think of myself as reasonably degenerate, and I can't get passed about $42.50. (This lack of imagination may explain my lack of success with women.) Maybe they do it on a bed of Krugeraands. During the Clinton years they could have used the Lincoln bedroom and the $4,000 would have been a campaign contribution.
If Client #9 (you really can't make this stuff up) was the Gov., who were numbers 1-8? Were they assigned by length of their membership or the length of their member? Was Spitzer named after the love potion? Spitzer was also known as George Fox. Was that his nom-de-poon?
How does the Attorney General for the State of New York find his way to the Emperor's Club? Referral from Chuck Schumer? Did he Google "outrageously expensive whores who deliver to Washington, D.C.?" Did he try the Yellow Pages under "career-killers?"
Many men stray because things get a little chilly at home. If Eliot thought that his love life with Silda was frosty before... Did you see the look on his wife's face during the first press conference? She looked like she found out that Hannibal Lecter was her new gynocologist.
At any rate, Ashley Alexandra Dupre, aka Kristen, aka the party of the first part, joins the pantheon of bimbos that includes Donna Rice, Fannie Fox, Fawn Hall, Rita Jenrette and, of course, Queen Monica. The Topps Trading Card Co. is contemplating a new line of collectible trading cards including all of these ladies. It will be called Figures in History. (Hey! I'll trade you two Judith Campbells for an Elizabeth Ray.) There will be an entire sub-set called The Clinton Girls.
One imagines that Eliot Spitzer will survive. He's smart (if not too bright) and, if his predecessors' trip down the walk of shame is any indication, he will not end up as a greeter at the Mirage in Las Vegas. Some think-tank (studying the feasibility of gelding elected officials) will scoop him up. Perhaps a university needs a professor for a new field of study in "The Penis as an Organ for Change." The text will be written by Edward Kennedy.
I blame George W. Bush. Actually, I blame GWB for the Lincoln shooting and for the Cubs blowing a big lead in 1969. However, if you can't blame George, how about Richard M. Nixon? If he hadn't made the Army a volunteer force, maybe Gov. Spitzer would have been drafted. Part of his basic training would have included watching the training film, "Hello, Sailor." That lesson might have prevented all of this unpleasantness. As it is, the only good thing to come of the Governor's transgression is that writers for Leno and Letterman are arriving for work at dawn every day.
Several questions have surfaced in the wake of the "Spitzer issue":
What does a women have to do to earn $4,000 (aside from the obvious stuff like do your taxes, wax your car, or paint your house)? I like to think of myself as reasonably degenerate, and I can't get passed about $42.50. (This lack of imagination may explain my lack of success with women.) Maybe they do it on a bed of Krugeraands. During the Clinton years they could have used the Lincoln bedroom and the $4,000 would have been a campaign contribution.
If Client #9 (you really can't make this stuff up) was the Gov., who were numbers 1-8? Were they assigned by length of their membership or the length of their member? Was Spitzer named after the love potion? Spitzer was also known as George Fox. Was that his nom-de-poon?
How does the Attorney General for the State of New York find his way to the Emperor's Club? Referral from Chuck Schumer? Did he Google "outrageously expensive whores who deliver to Washington, D.C.?" Did he try the Yellow Pages under "career-killers?"
Many men stray because things get a little chilly at home. If Eliot thought that his love life with Silda was frosty before... Did you see the look on his wife's face during the first press conference? She looked like she found out that Hannibal Lecter was her new gynocologist.
At any rate, Ashley Alexandra Dupre, aka Kristen, aka the party of the first part, joins the pantheon of bimbos that includes Donna Rice, Fannie Fox, Fawn Hall, Rita Jenrette and, of course, Queen Monica. The Topps Trading Card Co. is contemplating a new line of collectible trading cards including all of these ladies. It will be called Figures in History. (Hey! I'll trade you two Judith Campbells for an Elizabeth Ray.) There will be an entire sub-set called The Clinton Girls.
One imagines that Eliot Spitzer will survive. He's smart (if not too bright) and, if his predecessors' trip down the walk of shame is any indication, he will not end up as a greeter at the Mirage in Las Vegas. Some think-tank (studying the feasibility of gelding elected officials) will scoop him up. Perhaps a university needs a professor for a new field of study in "The Penis as an Organ for Change." The text will be written by Edward Kennedy.
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