David Horowitz
We cannot get our message out by telling the truth (they won't believe), by presenting source documents (history from a white perspective cannot be trusted), appealing to their faith (they even have talking points about our stealing their God, as if the Bible isn't for everyone).
I think we do need to make an effort to spend time, as many of us as possible, volunteering in the inner city. The left benefits from segregation - where groups can be readily reached for GOTV drives and kept from mingling with us 'enemies,' because once anyone gets out of the neighborhood and away from the constant victimization and hatemongering of the community leaders, once they work beside and live next to people of other colors, they no longer see us as evil. If they won't let their own people go, we can go to them.
Here's a little Saturday night oldie from Norm Liebman:
RACISM:
CLINTON'S CARCINOMA ©
by Norman Liebmann
It is the conventional wisdom that it is unwise to discuss religion or politics, although George Bernard Shaw contended they are the only subjects capable people really care for. To religion and politics, add race.
My father was an immigrant, and I have never known anyone who loved America more than he did. During my boyhood he sought to instill in me his love and respect for this land and the people who created this country, reminding me that America was founded by Christian people, and admonishing me, "Behave yourself. Always remember you are a guest in this country." One way or another, we are all guests in this country, and I think things would go a little more smoothly if we conducted ourselves with "company manners."
I have been told by priests and ministers, and find it reassuring, every Christian believes himself to be part of God's plan. Bill Clinton believes he is God's plan. Clinton is less of a practicing Christian than he is a practicing gynecologist. He can call himself anything he likes, but within the parameters of general understanding and respect to which that designation is accustomed, he's not a Christian, and, in fact, not even an occasional Christian. Whether you explore Bill Clinton with a MRI, a colonoscope, or a safari, you are unlikely to encounter anything that resembles a soul.
The absence of ambition in pigs makes their other idiosyncrasies tolerable, the pervasiveness of it in Bill Clinton makes him insufferable. The absence of hypocrisy makes a pig heroic. The sheer glut of it makes Bill Clinton vile. Lovers of the spectacle of faith rise early to see the sun come up. New age sophists get up early to see Bill Clinton spit in God's face. Everything about St. Francis of Assisi that is holy, is about Bill Clinton hellish. To find a cabal in history equivalent to the Clinton gang one has to hark back to the Herod Administration. If the analogy holds, the Crucifixion went forward based on polling data and the opinion of a focus group of Pharisees. One imagines the only agony more exquisite than drawing out the spikes by which Jesus hung on the cross, would be to require Him to shake hands with Bill Clinton afterward.
The American promise of "equality of opportunity" has been debauched by the worst lie of the Clinton cancerous corollary - that the government can insulate the mediocre from reality. The wellspring that nourishes this insidious dialectical malignancy (Clinton's Carcinoma) is his ability to disjoin and alienate the races, the sexes, the generations, the deviants, all being whirled away from the moral core and each other, spun out into darkness as if by centrifugal force. Simultaneously, they are his fall guys and his hellions. Yet, paradoxically, he has managed to form a coalition government of these groups, even after convincing them they are all the cause of each other's unhappiness. He forestalls eruptions from their discontents with bribes from the public coffers. If Clinton senses a loyalist group slipping away, he comes up with another bribe. It is said, currently, he seeks to consolidate his position with "gays" by offering a tax credit on sex change operations.
CLINTON'S JEWS
It is not known whether Bill Clinton arrived on his own or was sent from the bowels of this Earth, but his mission is the destruction of the Jews with his insidious corruption. Richard Heydrich was no less dedicated. Of course, in the Clinton plan, Israel, America's unsinkable aircraft carrier in the Middle East, will be destroyed first. He has already sent his people to open its seacocks. Its list will begin to be apparent after the forcing of Israel to yield 13% of its land to Palestine, and Hillary's plan to make Jerusalem a suburb of Harlem. (Clinton sent James Carville to subvert the election campaign of Bibi Netanyahu. If Carville moved his bowels in Tel Aviv he left the best part of himself there, and the most substantive souvenir of the Clinton plan to desecrate and destroy that nation.)
I am much saddened and humiliated by my fellow Jews in Washington who have turned away from Jehovah and have begun worshiping the Arkansas golem. Clinton's Jews have taken a place in his legion of androids of ambitious ignorance, again wandering in the desert among bureaucrat zombies - Ivy League porn shop academics - grasping minorities - gay namedroppers - the apostate media - the underprivileged - the over-privileged - and most incomprehensible, Jews seeking social status and cultural corroboration from, of all places, America's descending colon - Arkansas.
We have had the Orthodox Jew, the Conservative Jew, and the Reform Jew. Now we have a fourth kind, the Clinton Jew. Dianne Feinstein and Barbara Boxer, infected by the sepsis of Clinton's character, have seen fit to turn California into a rumpus room for sexual deviants, and a furnace for minorities to stoke the fire of their anti-Semitism and other resentments. Boxer and Feinstein call this "diversity", and will end not only as pariahs among their own people, but dropouts from the Jewish heritage, anathema in their ancestral homeland, rebuked for their part in denying Israel its place in Eternity, and their complicity in the plot by which Clinton who, through his vice, seeks to doom that small and holy state.
CLINTON'S BLACKS
During the thirties the Jews acquired what has now become a funhouse mirror image of champions for social justice. One would have thought they'd had enough tsuris just being Jews. The orders of the day were - periodically change the name of the victime due jure on their placards - and march. The blacks repaid them by making Louis Farrakhan their god and Rodney King his prophet. Black antipathy toward Jews might be attributed to the fact that people never forgive you for the sacrifices you make on their behalf.
Clinton keeps telling America how wonderful the blacks are, but fails to address the question of why they are constantly in need of so much maintenance and repair. One would think they would find it insulting to be treated as a forever rehabilitation-in-progress project designed to fodder a gluttonous ambition. Clinton perceives them only as a blank check. Now that they've got an administration and a media completely biased in their favor, if you'll forgive an inadvertent political incorrectness, one would think they would "lighten up." Still, their temperament grows less and less benign.
A recent manifestation of black discontent is their late-breaking resentment of Thomas Jefferson. We are unsure whether it's because Jefferson owned slaves or because he thought them not worth their keep and set them free. (It is, in either case, another endorsement of history's judicious reasoning, "Some days you just can't win.") Anyway, the metaphor might be: cattle would feel slighted if the rustlers failed to show up. Black people no longer seem provoked that they have it bad, so much as they are incensed that others have it good. Nothing mollifies. Nothing placates. Their cup runneth under, their Pennzoil is down a quart, and the birds in the trees can twitter "Stardust" but have not yet learned to "rap." They see their cup as half empty, and figure people who see their own cups as half full are trying to "ritz" them. They are petulant and disgruntled, and show no inclination to get "gruntled." Not much pleases them, and they are irked when having one of those days when everything seems to go right. Groucho Marx sang a song in a movie that could serve as their anthem, "Whatever it is, I'm against it." There's no point asking, "What's the beef?" New age legalisms like harassment have exorcised the need to be specific.
The right to be huffy, at an all-time high, is not attractive, but is guaranteed by the U.S. Constitution. All this allergic sensitivity has evoked a nationwide choir of black leaders and "blues shouters" trying to get folks "milling" like stampeding longhorns, while they figure out what's in it for them. They hope to turn up the pressure, harness all this ethnic steam, and convert it into money to buy themselves expensive pin stripe business suits.
Every time a constituent gives a telephone coin return slot a gynecological examination and finds it empty, it is considered to be a social injustice that must be redressed by "community leaders" - though they would do as well to unburden themselves to a sympathetic bartender, perhaps even the one Jesse Jackson tells his troubles to. (It is appropriate to note here, the United States has laws that make it illegal for a private citizen to conduct his own diplomacy with foreign nations. It is reasonable to believe if Dr. Jackson had been born Caucasian, he would find his lily-white ass in court telling it to a judge, not to a bartender.) The inner city has more Doctors of Divinity than Las Vegas has Elvis impersonators, and considering they are ministers of a religion that preaches forgiveness, they always seem to be suing someone. (One has anointed himself with the vainglorious title, Arch Luminary of the Tabernacle of the Immaculate Subpoena.)
Whether they know it or not, the blacks have had their revenge by enabling the carcinogenic that is Clintonism. It is hardly a poetic revenge, merely a suppository insertion of Bubba into the body politic, to vulgarize the America culture and bring down this nation and its heritage. The Count of Monte Cristo took artful revenge. He wasn't content just to whine and nag.
One supposes there is a comfortable spot in the blacks' deprivation or they wouldn't keep snuggling into it, enjoying what Richard III called "the winter of our discontent." They are nettled, and the nettled soon become nettlesome. Complaining becomes a way of life that turns everyone off. This relentless grumbling invokes the lyrical rebuke of an old ballad entitled, "Just Because You're Not in Love Don't Throw Shit at the Moon." Previous condition of servitude does not justify a lifetime of reprisals against society. ("My great- great- great- grandfather was a slave. Bang. You're dead.")
We confess again our fascination with reporter Toni Morrison's delusion that Bill Clinton is black. It would seem pushy to presume to tell people what race they are. We offer ourselves as a logical explanation of Clinton's ostensibly milky complexion that it's not his own white skin he's wearing, but that he's just "breaking it in" for a friend. Despite the oddball syllogism authored by Ms. Morrison, the color of a person's skin is still a reliable indicator of whether he is black or white. It's just possible in the social set in which Ms. Morrison moves, "outing" a celebrity's true race is a popular parlor game. If Morrison is indicating that Clinton has the same culture and values as blacks, it is a notion black people would do well to resist, for if, indeed, Bill Clinton is black, it removes the last distinguishing disparity between himself and Adolph Hitler.
If the enigmatic Ms. Morrison is trying to give "rednecks" another reason to get pissed off at "Slick", she arrived just in time to be too late. It's even past time when Chelsea Clinton could can come home from school and ask the naïve question, "Daddy, what color are we?" It doesn't matter the answer, as the record shows he is a chronic liar. What race Bubba is at a given moment depends in what neighborhood he's doing a fundraiser. What color Clinton was never a consideration for Monica Lewinsky, who was more concerned with what flavor he was. We will not consider here the merits of the argument, except to say, if he is not black, he creates an impression of someone who is trying to live down being white, which does him no credit. He backed away from his affiliation with the Caucasian race when he saw the political benefits to be accrued from romancing the black community. Still, we are indebted to Ms. Morrison for her instruction, we still live in a country where you can hate Bill Clinton no matter what color he decides to be, and, as La Morrison seems to perceive it, that's what America is all about.
The minorities may have inspired laws against anyone hurting their feelings but not against people saying derogatory things behind their backs. That may be next. We must reconcile ourselves that no legislation, no apology, nor having every white family sacrifice their first born child in atonement for slavery will put the matter right. We all have to live with it so long as others choose to make the case that guilt is inherited. The black leaders have told their flock, if they find a grudge lying in the street, and after ninety days nobody claims it, legally, it is theirs forever.
It is not known how long the word "minority" will be tolerated before it is overtaken by a demand to call it "the 'M' word" - or the term "inner city" is replaced by "endogamous metropolis" or "root Mecca" or "civic entrails." It is time for America to grow up and jettison these absurd political amenities. They are poisonous and they are crap.
The degree to which the blacks are alienated is the degree to which they find it convenient to remain so. Any group in self-rejection cedes to Bill Clinton the political "home court advantage." There is no question of the totality of support for Bubba in the inner city. It is not solidarity, it is lock step. Ninety five percent of blacks support him, and, likely, that number is an under-estimation. Nevertheless, they have mistaken the motive of Clinton's affinity for them. If Bubba had been born a hundred and fifty years ago, he wouldn't be demagogue-ing in the black churches with such transparent and insulting condescension, he'd be prowling the women's slave barracks.
The Republican Party must face the fact that the black leadership has not penciled them in, and nothing the GOP does will make it different. The Democrat Party that frenzied the aged with an over-ripe canard Republicans would end Social Security, are now terrifying black youth by telling them, if a Republican is elected President, the first thing he will do is abolish Saturday night.
The Clintons are Satan's spawn. Darlings of racism, they have made racial animosity the centerpiece of their political table, to re-inflame the insidious fatal ethnic divisions which Lincoln was at great pains to dispel. In reprisal, the Clinton legions are now "outing" Lincoln as being gay. Clinton sold Lincoln's bed and is now attempting to sell his soul. We are waiting for God. Let us hope God is not waiting for us.
And, oh yes -
CLINTON'S HISPANICS
Rapist sí. Racist no.
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Merry Christmas, Meek and Ming. (^;