Showing posts with label Little Richard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Little Richard. Show all posts

Monday, April 1, 2024

W.O.K.E. (Weary Over Knowing Everything) In A World Filled With Know-Nothings

 

 I don't talk too often on the blog, because A) I think it's pompous, and B) I don't assume anybody is gonna understand (or care about) anything I say. As they used to say, I'm just 'too far gone.' 

I guess, this is a test of that theory. 

   

 The U.S. government lied to its citizens, and the world, about wrecking the German economy by blowing up the Nord Stream pipeline. It's gotten Ukraine and its people blown to bits, and put us further in debt, over its NATO ambitions. And, it's been assisting in a genocide of the Palestinian people by Zionists - all things I'm against - as President Joe Biden, a millionaire, regularly interrupts my entertainments, to beg me for money, so "we can finish the job." How he assumes he roped me into all this, I will never know. That so many others endorse it, or passively go along with it, just tells me there's no reason for me to talk. 

   

 It's all a masquerade. Biden's being allowed to assumes he's Dean, and I'm Johnny, who just has to cope with whatever he does - drunk on power - in "a good year for apples."

   

 Not so. I've never bought any of this, because I've seen through all of it. Just as I was 'black' in the early 90s, I was also 'woke' in the early 90s, as evidenced by a 1992 song I recorded called "Thank You," that featured a long sample of the late, great playwright August Wilson, specifically talking about "privilege." I spoke at the award-winning gay filmmaker Marlon Riggs' funeral. My boys also released a song against homophobia in 1992. So, when the concept of being 'woke' came back around in the 2020s, my first thought was amazement at how 'late' everybody else is. My next thought was - despite the constant stream of new hysterias - American culture is a slow-moving iceberg, that causes cataclismic damage whenever it finally meets reality head-on. 


Just look at what it's done to Ben Shapiro, if you don't believe me: twisting that poor man into some kind of weird combination of Eddie Munster and a photo-negative Bobby Fischer

   

 Since 'woke' has re-emerged, life's mostly been a matter of protecting myself from flying "intellectual" debris, like Bill Maher's pontificating on the narrative developing around 'woke' - not the concept itself - which has been, both, frustrating and hilarious. I will remind you, again, of the frustrating part: back in the 90s, Bill Maher was the man who wouldn't let Christopher Hitchens explain to America that their beloved Bill Clinton is a rapist - basically, Maher's almost single-handedly responsible for us still having to endure the vile pronouncements of the murderously villainous conspiracy theorist, Hillary Clinton - but Bill Maher's being allowed to get away with criticizing 'woke'?  

   

Isn't exposing walking contradictions, like Bill Maher, supposed to be why we have News programs? Instead, Maher's Real Time is considered the News program, proving the utter futility of anyone 'woke' talking, when we can see the barbarians are not at the gate: the gate is there to keep us in.

   

Professional critics, today, make their careers arguing gender, long after "Long Tall Sally" was released in 1955, by a "Tutti Frutti" embraced for wearing a pompadour, sequins, make-up, mascara, and fake eyelashes, to scream about s-e-x. This should give you some indication of how long they'll keep "debating" the ethics of our nation committing a genocide. 

Only to assume I'm part of it.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

The Lies, The Truth, And The Entire Little Richard World


Just think:

Without The Civil Rights Movement, Little Richard probably wouldn't have been able to sue Pat Boone for ripping him off. 


There's no reparations for that:

Having to fight for what's yours is, still, just expected,...

Saturday, December 4, 2010

This Is What They Mean By "It Takes All Kinds"

Good Morning, Sunshine!

Here's another TMR reminder of "who you really are" - a little pat-pat on the head for "My Main Man" - because we love you sooooo much!

You're going to wake up one day and make us all so proud!

Remember "back in the day", like between the 1930's and the 1960's - or just way back when - where, if you were a guy, you were some girl's "Mystery Date" and got three choices for your character?

In the real world, that translated into you growing up be this guy.

Or you could be this guy.

Or you could be this guy.

Now - before any of our fellow blacks get upset with us - this guy was the same as what we put behind door #2, O.K.?

Shit, forget "Mystery Date" - that was the game girls tried to get you to play - in the real world, when it came to cool, there wasn't nothing but door #2!

We know - your manhood's already getting beat up already - but chill out and follow us here, we're simplifying shit:

See, the problem, from a societal point of view, was the goofballs who chose the guy behind door #3.

That guy.

Not these guys.

The shape-shifter.

He was the hypocrite who hung out with communists, gave you drugs, while telling you to "fight The Man" - and then informed the Feds what you were up to - what he told you to do!

If you want to think biblically (and, though we don't know why, we know many of you still do) this guy was the snake.

Now, if you had half-a-brain (!) and weren't going to be #1 (and, if you were coming of age back in the 50's, who wanted to be #1?) you wanted to grow up to be #2.

#2 was the guy who took drugs, but still knew he was an American, first and foremost.

Guy #3 was always trying to worm his way into your life, but left you (and everyone else who listened to him) to figure it all out - including what he was up to - for themselves.

Now, flash-forward to today:

Your choices haven't essentially changed.

In the real world, you can be this guy.

Or you can be this guy.

Or you can be this guy.

So what's different, you ask?

Well, a lot - but then, not much if you think about it.

American guys converged, and then split up again.

Guy #1 has tried drugs, but come back home.

Guy #2 may have been caught up in drugs, but he ultimately got much, much smarter because of it - and is now trying to lead us out of the wilderness.

And Guy #3?

The shape-shifter?

He's still up to his old tricks.

But he done lost his goddamn mind a long time ago!

Don't get confused by what you see on the surface.

No matter what he does, or how he tries to make things look, don't let him fool you.

And, whatever you do, don't join those standing on the sidelines - they're dead meat:

Just know Guy #3 is still the same shape-shifting, trouble-making, ass-wipe freak he's always been.

And you still don't want to be that guy.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

The Wonderful Outlook NewAgers Must Destroy In Order For Their Bullshit To Flourish, Part II

"In spring 2005 Tracy Gershon, a Nashville record producer and judge on the country talent show 'Nashville Star,' resolved to do something to support the New Mexico ranch where Don Imus and his family play host to children with cancer.

And so she and another producer, Kyle Lehning, traveled to the ranch with a pitch for Mr. Imus: they offered to assemble a benefit album featuring some of his favorite artists, with each performing cover versions of songs he would choose. In short order, Ms. Gershon secured commitments from Willie Nelson, Vince Gill, Dwight Yoakam, Big & Rich, Patty Loveless, Randy Travis and Lucinda Williams, among many others. A record label, New West, agreed to put out the CD and to donate the proceeds to the charity, the Imus Ranch.

But just as the project was nearing completion in spring 2007, Mr. Imus was fired from his radio show and its simulcast on MSNBC over a racist and sexist exchange that got as much play on YouTube as Big & Rich typically get on Country Music Television.

Which put Ms. Gershon and New West in a jam. After the dust settled that summer, Ms. Gershon dutifully polled the artists to ask whether they wished to continue to associate themselves with Mr. Imus. Not one backed out. Indeed, several more signed on, including Little Richard, who said he specifically wanted to debunk the notion of Mr. Imus as a racist.

In an interview this week Mr. Gill articulated what would turn out to be the consensus of the singers and producers regarding Mr. Imus, who, they felt, had leavened his obvious mistake with good works, both before his firing and since.

'Everybody says stuff they regret, that they shouldn’t say, trying to be flippant, trying to be funny,' Mr. Gill said. 'We live in such an age now that the persecution is far greater than the words ever were.'"


-- Jacques Steinberg, giving us some background on The Imus Ranch Record, for the New York Times.