Saturday, May 31, 2008

The Ongoing (And Ever-Progressive) Rhyme & Reason Found In A Black Man's Political Life

"‘Someone wins, someone doesn’t win, that’s life,' Nancy Kopp, Maryland’s treasurer, told the Washington Post. 'But women don’t want to be totally dissed.'

She was talking about her political candidate, Hillary Clinton.

Democratic women are feeling metaphorically battered by the Obama campaign.

'Healing The Wounds Of Democrats’ Sexism,' as the
Boston Globe headline put it, will not be easy.

Geraldine Ferraro is among many prominent Democrat ladies putting up their own money for a study from the Shorenstein Center at Harvard to determine whether Senator Clinton’s presidential hopes fell victim to party and media sexism.

How else to explain why their gal got clobbered by a pretty boy with a resume you could print on the back of his driver’s license, a Rolodex apparently limited to neo-segregationist racebaiters, campus Marxist terrorists and indicted fraudsters, and a rhetorical surefootedness that makes Dan Quayle look like Socrates.

'On this Memorial Day,' said Barack Obama last Monday, 'as our nation honors its unbroken line of fallen heroes — and I see many of them in the audience here today…'
-- Mark Steyn, writing for the National Review

Everyday, political outlines are being revealed, and cultish-thinkers claim they see things more clearly.

Self-idenified groups, twisting America into ugliness - into something they want to control.

Some of the whites separated from the blacks, who arrived separated from whites, who are separated from the feminists, who have been separating from men, and all these "progressives" separated from,...everyone.

It's one sorry solution for bringing us together.

If you were me - now filled with my nation's ideals - you'd find it unbelievable how far we've strayed.

You'd be this artist, gazing at America's big picture, watching the talentless make the colors run.

I get dissed now, regularly, for loving my country so much.

But it's the only group to which I'll belong.

Progressives think I should be a representative just for "my people."

But I don't know exactly where "my people" are from.

I'm like a well-crafted boat, set adrift without a rudder.

This foreign language, helping me leap over waves, that get bigger as most others grow dumb.

Everyday I go to work for them.

But must keep myself silent.

And run as a "progressive" slave runs.

Because progressives will screw you, otherwise, "brother."

And, let me tell you, thinking you're not from anywhere just isn't a help.

The worst is the personal stuff, like I can't really cook, not having a country's cultural connection and such.

Every night, reminded of a slave-owning past, which, any way you look at it, sucked.

You know, I saw porno while wearing pajamas with the feet on 'em?

I know you know that's a hell of a start.

And I never got an indication of "the white man's god."

Just another "new mother" who could rarely touch my heart.

I always knew, when I heard the words "new mother," it wasn't going to last: what is it about women, these days, that hardly ever does?

I remember watching "John Henry," then I looked at my Dad; his whiskey glass falling - like love.

The poor guy was doing all he knew how to do: that's how I ended up in foster homes.

Just like he and John Henry, I'm trying to beat something, without it killing me first - all alone.

So, since I was born in L.A., and grew up in L.A., I started claiming L.A.'s where I'm from.

And since I like "my people," I've been picking up "my flag," and walking to the beat of my drum.

I'm supporting my president, who's been keeping me safe, from those that want to do me harm.

And yea, I like this war - just for this damn war's sake - because blacks fighting bad guys has charm.

Cultish-thinking progressives can dislike me for that.

They don't feel love, but we're protecting them, too.

And one of these days they'll start to "get" real men:

And rebuild this America true.

One thing I've learned is that having relatives can be the easiest way to get burned.

But if they were me - and understood the circumstances - they'd see that one black man's life and loyalty to this country, first and foremost, is worth nothing less than that same gift of loyalty in return.

Enough is enough.

Stop the fighting: it's time to drop the "progressive" agenda.

1 comment:

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