I hear Zimbabwe is lovely this time of year.
Posted on 07/27/2009 11:25:05 AM PDT by 2ndDivisionVet
This past month, Ruminant has been uncharacteristically silent, missing at least three column deadlines—not at all like her: and this at a time when her birth-country is so noisily scandal-ridden and patently loony that her usually effortless and knee-jerk snarkiness should have been propelling her on, of its own massive momentum, to write gleefully malicious prose, paragraph upon paragraph.
But to what effect, I ask? To what effect? What can commentary add to "news" that is so transparently monstrous and mad that the only sane response is either 1) silence; or 2) going postal, in DC just for starters.
Instead, following the Michael Jackson Death Circus, La Palin's Final (We Think)Withdrawal From The Pageant That Is Her Personal Alternative Universe, The Continuing Shenanigans Of Bad, Mad, Thinking-With-Their-Reproductive-Organs White Republican Boys in DC (All Paying Members of that notorious C-Street Frat-House, Sigma Kappa Upsilon Mu, or SKUM). . .I've been, instead, rendered mute. (And I haven't even MENTIONED the so-called Democrats in the House and Senate blocking Health Care Reform, the Rabbis and Mayors et al Recently Arrested in New Jersey, nor the ongoing idiocy-in-installments of Rush Limbaugh, Dick Cheney, Joe Scarborough and Fox "News," just to name a few of the usual culprits-of-crap, all of which should lay obvious, raucous claims on a rabid-left-wing-columnist's time and conscience. SOMEONE has to write about this stuff, this madness, this America-of-Ours, I've always thought, and yet . . .I've been utterly remiss of late.
Why?
SKUM Overload, I opine. Despair over "Popular Culture" as it is known and lived in these United States. A mute desire to head out for the wilderness, where I would never again have to listen to Governor Mark Sanford waxing forth about his Argentinian Soul-Mate (oh, give me a break!), or The (C-Street) Family advancing a philosophy that somehow, guiltlessly, conflates fascism with Christianity. Even Lou Dobbs, always teetering, has gone firmly and finally round the bend. Yes, with The Birthers? That group of gormless jackasses who can't parse a birth certificate? What should I say about THEM? What mere words are up to the task of smacking down all the idiots in this Republic?
I'm not up to this right now, folks. DANTE might not have been up to it. He'd have run out of circles of hell before getting halfway from A to D. (Of course, Cheney would require his own personal circle. As would Karl Rove. Still! And John Ensign and Mark Sanford are bucking for a duplex in Dante's Lower-Circle-of-Fun: adjoining master bedrooms with a shared, en-suite fire-pit might do it.)
Hiking the Appalachian Trail, my ass! I only wish the dog had eaten Sanford's homework while he was out there woodshedding.
Mercy, we live in interesting times!
So, I've been on the sidelines of late, quietly watching the various long- and short-running plays—both comedies and tragedies—on the world's many stages.
And then came the Professor Henry Louis Gates, Jr. story, out of bucolic Cambridge, Massachusetts. A Harvard professor gets hauled off in handcuffs for "breaking into" his own residence, even after displaying two forms of I.D. to the arresting officer. President Obama, commenting later, says (quite rightly) that the police "acted stupidly". . .and then, days later, does an about-face, and says he could "have calibrated those words differently."
How, precisely?
Had Sergeant James Crowley come into my rural residence (were I still living in South Carolina), without being invited, and tried to haul me off in handcuffs for jimmying my own door open, he would have been dealing with not some sort of verbal "overreaction" (President Obama's words), but, rather, with Smith & Wesson. (I lived waaaaayyyy out in the Oconee County woods, and had to fire my shotgun off into the night sky on many occasions to discourage predations by two-legged varmints.)
Now, I understand, Professor Gates and Sergeant Crowley have been invited to the White House to sit down and chat amicably over a brewskie. Were I Professor Gates, I'd be waterboarding Sgt. Crowley with my Sam Addams.
The bottom line is: it still sucks being Black in America, and I suspect it's going to suck for quite a long time to come.
Now, true, I'm an uppity, lippy white woman of a certain age. I've even talked back to the Teaneck police, on occasion, when I felt they were being unnecessarily heavy-handed in the course of issuing a traffic ticket (to my husband) for double-parking outside Louie's Charcoal Pit for precisely two minutes while I dropped off medicine for a sick child. Did me (and Dean) a lot of good: the ticket got written because I got lippy. But, Oh Lord help me, what if I'd been Black and lippy? I can tell you "what if." I'd have been given a second ticket, at the very least, for disorderly conduct.
Now, I also admit, as a child of the 1960s Mini-Revolution in this country, I have stood on ramparts and been tear-gassed while protesting the Vietnam War and calling the Athens, Georgia police who were gassing me "porcine." They were porcine, and they should have been on our side of the line of fire, the right side of history. Post-Kent-State, it was pretty obvious that law enforcement was not batting for the angels in America and, though I've taken citizens' classes in police procedures, and generally got along well with my small-town police force in Pendleton, South Carolina, in Teaneck and, obviously, Cambridge, there's still a great big old problem between the (mostly) men in blue, and those they've sworn to serve and protect.
And, if you happen to be Black, or Latino, or somehow obviously mentally impaired, you're likely to have an even bigger great big old problem with the police.
Reportedly, Professor Gates said to Sergeant Crowley, "I'll speak with your mama outside" (NYT, Vol. CLVIII, No. 54,747, Page 1). Right On, Professor Gates! And right on into those handcuffs, alas. . . .
Well, President Obama missed the boat on this one.
It was not Professor Gates who overreacted, or Sergeant Crowley who needed his feathers smoothed.
It was, instead, an opportunity for the First Black Man In The White House to say, "Enough!" and it was the police, all across America, who needed to be told. Along with their mamas.
I hear Zimbabwe is lovely this time of year.
Hey, if you don't like being black in America, why don't you try going anywhere else in the world and see how you like being black there????
I am just about as white as you can get and being white is not perfect also.
The last name has a fishy Sp(m)elling sense to it.
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So being Black and living in America still sucks huh? Well I will say this, it beat the shit out of living anywhere else like Darfur, the Congo, Cuba or anywhere in the 2nd or 3rd world where Blacks are killed and enslaved for just being Black. Most African Nation the Police will make sure you are never seen again unless you bribe someone!
Just wondering what "lippy libby" plans to do when the 'two-legged varmits' who come to her place in the woods are well-armed officials from the Socialist gov't she supports; and, they've come to confiscate the Smith and Wesson and that shotgun she has been using to 'discourage predations'?
Blacks can’t be racists because they white are the majority and have the power. I heard Juan Williams and Alan Colmes say the same on Fox news. I wonder if thats a law or some educated liberal started it. I am not buying it and if anyone says that to me I am going to let him or her know that is BS. Whites don’t have a corner on the racist market.
put a white guy in Gates shoes....he'd probably be dead from being tasered.....
did I say free food?....free medical?...free bone marrow samples? ( did you all know that?...because there aren't enough minority donors ( and whose fault is that?) minorities have no cost when they wish to donate....at least thats the way it used to be....I a donor only because of a special run for we whitey's I guess....)
Another official, government qualified, victim who is unable to differentiate between equal opportunity and victim status entitlement.
Oh, I see now.
The gentlelady suggests that we SHOOT cops who “wrongfully” attempt to arrest us.
But I bet that only applies when you’re liberal and/or black.
Well, I was thinking that having to deal with racist, radical Blacks that use the charge of racism as a weapon kind of sucks too.
Did you find that on Wikipedia under the letter C?
And, if you happen to be Black, or Latino, AND somehow obviously mentally impaired, you’re likely to have an even bigger great big old problem with the police. ___________________________________________________________
They may soon have to call you Justice Sotomayor?
Blacks sold blacks into slavery.
The vapid, chaos-theory fractals that spin and swirl out of this empty-headed ninnies skull tell me two things:
1) No way in hell can I make sense of what she wrote, and
2) If I were her husband, I would swallow running red-hot glass-studded chainsaws that ran on pepper spray and were coated with killer bees, so that I could die in peace.
If being Black in America sucks, then it must really inhale vigorously in Africa.
Consider morbidity, poverty, personal liberty, political freedom or any other measure you wish to use.
What sucks about being black in America is that the only one you have to blame for your problems is yourself.
Who is the good guy in this picture?
Let me guess, this chick weights in at around 400 lbs? Maybe instead of screaming hate at everyone else she might want to consider the fact that her life sucks NOT because of everyone else but because she is a total loser clown.
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