BUMPED from it’s original publication date of March 7th 2010…
A worthwhile read republished in advance of the Supreme Court rulings that will be coming down later this week and the Eulogy that President Obama intends to deliver in Charleston when he will no doubt lecture us all on our evil racism. It makes a very interesting read these 5 Years later now that the President and his Administration has proven themselves to be the most powerful and disruptive Racists in American History. When their time in office finally expires it may also be accurate to refer to them as the most deadly Racists in American History as well.
I’m getting a real kick out of the level of sensitivity expressed in the communication of this publication that is over 5 Years old now. Wow, I was really going out of the way to not be offensive. How naïve of me. I doubt that I will make that same mistake twice.
Yes, this may come as a surprise to many, especially those in the Obama Administration, Jimmy Carter, Senator Sheldon Whitehouse, the NAACP, ACLU, Coffee Party and the Mainstream Media…
The piece I am now attempting to present has been the most exhausting writing I have done in a while. This is my third attempt. Other times when I have tried this I was angry. When I wasn’t angry anything I wrote didn’t communicate effectively. More than that, it’s a tedious topic filled with taboo subject matter and sometimes trying to run between the raindrops without getting wet just makes for confusion and exhaustion. Thusly, this is a piece that I could never finish. I don’t even know if I will finish it now but if you are reading these words then yes I did.
As in many things I have done, when I keep hitting roadblocks I have to wonder why that is. Who put them there? Then more often times than not once I get around those roadblocks I figured out that they had been put there so that I could contemplate my course more thoroughly and/or get rolling in a particular direction when conditions were more favorable.
I began writing on this subject when Senator Sheldon Whitehouse insulted the Tea Party / Patriot Movement, referring to them as being comprised of “Aryan Support Groups” whatever that is. It sounds like some kind of Twelve Step Program for Gay Skinheads who are trying to recover from their Racism. Seriously and Senator Sheldon Whitehouse sounded gay when he was running his manhole about it.
(Video no longer available. How quaint. Why this asshole is still in office in 2015 is a simple expression of our self-destruction. There will be no Peace with assholes like this in office.)
There are other examples, starting with Jimmy Carter, deriding opponents of the Communist Obama Agenda as Racists. Now referring to the President as “Professor Obama”, which in fact is something he once was (now we are finding out maybe not), is a racist remark. The whole term “Racist” has now really become a joke. Seriously, I call people racist in business meetings now when they disagree with me on any subject matter. It’s a joke and people DO get it.
Now that people are tired of hearing anything about anyone being called a racist by a politician or someone in the mainstream media, I’m going to let everyone here in on a dirty little secret. It is dirty and diabolical. It is so twisted that I am sure that you have never heard this before, so let me be the first to tell you and say that you heard it here first. White Supremacists, Skinheads, Neo-Nazis, Aryan Nations types, Ku Klux Klansmen and assorted White Racists of all stripes voted OVERWHELMINGLY to elect Barack Hussein Obama as our President. Funny? Shocking? Tickled Pink? Let me lay it out and see how your mind can play it out, for I did not see this one coming and I should have.
My first indication came on the day during the campaign when Barack Obama gave some big address to the press about his association with his Minister, the Reverend Jeremiah Wright. As if on cue, immediately following that speech people in Obama campaign colors, union colors, you know what their Astroturf looks like by now, were out at major intersections throughout the city waving Obama signs, “Honk if you love Obama” bullshit, whatnot and so-forth.
Within a couple of hours, at an intersection on the North side of town, black Obama supporters were joined in their support by some folks I’m sure they never imagined would be out in support of their candidate. Let me also point out that Jacksonville, Florida isn’t called “Freakville” because we have a bunch of Circuses here. People in Jacksonville have a peculiar sense of humor, as you see expressed here in my writing many times.
A white man and a black man in Jacksonville, Florida can be discussing an issue related to race, each being on opposite sides of the argument. In doing so, at some point each opponent will reach down into a bucket of negative racial stereotypes and sling them at the other. The first salvo will be followed by a slight pause, as each of the gladiators stop to eye the other. At some point one of them will start to break into a smile and then the other will. At that point each of the opponents will reach down into the bucket and throw everything they’ve got at each other. It’s an art form here designed more for the spectators than the combatants. It’s kind of like a standoff between two people throwing “Your Mama” jokes at each other. The winner is determined by style, not substance. This is just one of the local cultural traditions that, should Yankees ever try to move here in force will do everything in their power to destroy, as they do everything, everywhere they go in this great State. If we maintain a high level of violent crime as we have in the past it will be quite instrumental in keeping the blue horde away.
See what I mean? We are twisted, no doubt about it. Nonetheless, as much as we mess with each other, when somebody flips their boat in the river, EVERYBODY comes to the rescue. I was on a boat full of some of the scariest white boys going, coming back in from a Spearfishing Slaughter one Saturday afternoon. We spotted a boat in trouble, the type of trouble an inexperienced boatman would be in, but the very same trouble that caused a boat full of NFL players to capsize in the Gulf last year. Sure as shit this boat capsized before our very eyes and an enjoyable fishing trip became a near death experience for a local black family. Every single one of us was in our rescue swimmer gear instantly without being ordered, and we were on the rail ready to hit the water as soon as the Captain got close enough. Fourteen rescuers went into the water for five victims. The current was so hard that we wanted all hands in the zone and nobody had to be told anything. We all knew what to do, motivated by an overwhelming desire to preserve life.
Even though many people have drowned in that exact spot under similar circumstances, nobody drowned that day. All five came out of the water in good shape. As we were pulling away one of the guys shouted back to the oldest victim who by now was on deck with the Coast Guard on their vessel. He said; “Hey Uncle Remus, next time stick to the bridges, okay”? The old man just looked down at us and flipped the guy a bird and we all laughed. THAT’S Freakville, Baby.
Do you think for one nanosecond that those two men didn’t love each other? Get real. God brought them together and they each gave honor to the love God shared with them by doing the most they could with the moment they had.
I think that story sets the stage quite nicely, so that you may fully understand events that follow. We mess with each other but we don’t tolerate outsiders messing with any of us. You should see how we bury our military service members when they make it home via Dover AFB.
I’ll get back on the subject starting at Part Two. See how hard this is? There are so many peripherals to consider when talking about this.
To be continued…