DEAR BLACK PEOPLE: JUST BECAUSE YOU SEE A MONKEY ON TV DOESN'T MEAN IT'S RACIST

When people went crazy over those Adidas hi-tops with the cuff, I said it then: "the angry black routine is getting old". And while today it's not getting any younger, the same old routine is being used in the form of anger toward NBC.

The network is accused of being racist for showing a commercial with a monkey in it after Gabby Douglas won her gold medal. I can't express enough how upsetting this is to me, and how embarrassed I am to be a part of the group of people who believe this.

I saw this video that someone took the time to upload on YouTube.



Looks racismy doesn't it? Well how about this?



Come on, people. I just had to do this very thing with the Lil Wayne video that people said predicted the Colorado shootings. If you watched the whole commercial here, you'll see that in this promo for the upcoming show Animal Practice, the monkey was daydreaming about being in the Olympics while watching a white man on the rings. What's so damn racist about this? Nothing. Are you all saying that Gabby is a white man or a monkey? Who's racist now?

I've been seeing this commercial since the Olympics began, and I swear I knew one day a bunch of idiots were going to somehow turn this commercial into a thing. I wonder what's going to be said about this promo for the show:



My advice to the angry is get a life. Stop looking for trouble, because there are real issues that need to be addressed that no one is doing a thing about.

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I HAVE SEEN THE PROMISED LAND!

 Have we finally reached the Promised Land? The day when Black and White could put aside their differences and live in harmony with one another? Have we achieved the lofty goal set for us by Dr. King in which such trivial matters as race are no longer important?

It seems we have: but only if Black and White can agree on someone else to hate in common.

For it would appear that if there's any subject which promises to bring together an unrepentant Klansman and a professional racial extortionist, it's the common enemy: The Jews.

Klansman David Duke Endorses Charles Barron for New York Congressional seat because of shared Anti-Semitic and Anti-Israeli views.


Had I not read it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it. Finally, something that bigots of all stripes can agree on! Oh, Happy Day!

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AFFIRMATIVE REACTION: THE ANGRY BLACK MAN ROUTINE...

…and why it’s finally time to give it a rest, already.

Warning: Someone is liable to find this post offensive. Ask me if I care? There are truths that need to be spoken, and the disapproval of complete strangers will certainly not deter me from telling them. There’s going to be some sweeping generalizations made here – deal with it – like I’ve had to deal with all the racial invective hurled my way this past weekend -- and spare me the hate e-mail.

One of the consequences of living in Michael Bloomdouche’s New New Yorkistan is that you will always come across all kinds of people. This was always true enough -- New York being a cosmopolitan place, a true melting pot of the sort that Davenport, Iowa or Charlotte, North Carolina tries to pretend they are but never could be, attempting to acquire by association with the whole of America what they don’t have because of certain cultural conditions and traditions. Recently, because of the Mayor's dunder-headed concessions to the Occupy Wall Street Retards, it has become fashionable to be a ragingly obnoxious asshole.

One of the more mundane and stereotypical denizens of New York City is the Angry ______. New Yorkers are often accused of being horrible people; lacking in basic manners and courtesy, heartless demons wandering the streets of a Modern Day Gomorrah, but this is simply untrue; we just have better things to worry about than your sensibilities, Hillbilly, and the conditions and pace of life in these parts is such that we simply don’t suffer fools -- we have no time for them -- and you’re all fools to us; now as to whether this automatic assumption made reflexively by a Native New Yorker is actually true or not is up for argument, and that’s not one I’m going to take up at the moment.

Perhaps the most (in-)famous of the Angry New Yorkers are the special breed of African-Americans that several generations of deluded democratic (small ‘d’ intentional) party policies have kept like favored house pets and imbued with a sense of entitlement that would hardly be believed if one had not ever seen it with one’s own eyes. And ears; because if anything, this sense of extreme entitlement is usually long heard before its actually felt or otherwise discerned.

New York must have the loudest, angriest, most offensively-minded black folks in all of America, and that’s saying something. African-Americans in New York are known for letting you know exactly what they think (dare I call it thinking?) whining incessantly about everything under the sun, playing the race card faster than you can say Rosa Parks, and for making public nuisances of themselves when defending their supposed entitlement to be complete doofuses, all at someone else’s expense. They believe their owed something, usually for nothing. Constantly. Asking for different nets you a Je$$e Jackson Picket Line, an Al Sharpton Editorial dripping with barely-concealed racism, and a Charles Barron playing his old game of threatening to lead a riot every four minutes if he’s not – personally -- mollified.

New Yorkers typically ignore this sort of thing the same way they ignore everything else. If you gave any more than three seconds of thought to anything one is likely to hear from an Angry Black Man on the Streets of New York (and you will certainly get an earful, I must say) you’d go completely apeshit insane. It’s simply one of the costs of living here that one has to pay, and typically the ones with the biggest mouths are typically the dumbest pansies of all, hardly worth the effort of arguing with.

After all, if you argue with idiots they simply pull you down to their level and then overwhelm you with superior weaponry.

In recent weeks, however, the invective, the attitude, the anger displayed by your typical New York Angry Black Man has rocketed off the scales. It has become sheer hyperbolic invective that goes beyond quaint, old-fashioned notions of the Good Old Days when all we had to hear about was the ‘Inequality in the System’ (yawn!), and the presence of unreformed racism in everything from employment to housing to who gets the free, taxpayer-paid-for flu shots first (heard this song before…). Nowadays the invective is simply vicious; its intent is not so much to express displeasure but to be intentionally menacing. There are now, apparently, Angry Black Men roaming the streets of New York with no direction in life except where irrational, pathological anger manages to take them by sheer chance.

The first example of this new phenomenon was personally witnessed (twice) by me last Friday on the 1 train heading towards South Ferry. An overly-aggressive panhandler entered the car I was sitting in from another car, and announced without much in the way of shame that he had just been released from prison -- where he had done 15 years for rape and attempted murder – and had no job, and he wanted money…right fucking now. He used to ‘play ball’, he tells you, and he’s extremely pissed off and hungry, making an effort to stoop threateningly in front of every seated white woman. Just in case you didn’t get it the first time, he was also happy to supply this little nugget of barely-concealed, double-edged racism:

“There’s nothing more dangerous than a hungry black man…and I don’t give a fuck…”

Naturally, this being New York, no one gave a shit; everyone is suffering tough times, and you’re a piece of shit just released from the can. You want Christian Charity, Asshole, go see the Salvation Army and stop with the threats, already. We’ve lived through 9/11 and about fifty attempted attacks since then, and we don’t scare so easy, anymore. Needless to say, Mr. Threatening Ex-con walked off the train at the next stop, empty handed.

Not two minutes later another Angry Black Man -- another panhandler who doesn't seem to have missed too many meals -- steps into my car and begins making some of the same noises: he’s hungry, homeless, has no job, and suffers from severe mental problems, so fork over some money. When none was forthcoming a vicious stream of racial epithets was hurled at everyone in the car. Naturally, this being New York, no one gave a shit. Unlike the previous panhandler, however, this one actually took a swing at someone – an older gentleman, naturally – and then fled the train as it entered the next station, screaming over his shoulder that America is still a hotbed of racist slavery, and fuck us all.

Now that’s just the garden-variety stupidity that one sees in the streets all the time. In the Good Old Days, when we had actual Mayors and not rich douchebags buying votes so that they can treat the city like their personal kingdom, people like that got locked up. Correct that: first they got beaten within an inch of their useless lives and THEN they got locked up. But we don’t do that in Bloomberg’s New York anymore, witness the Angry Black Fella associated with the Occupy Wall Street stupidity that got front-page attention for threatening to start a campaign of Molotov Cocktail Bombings. So far as I know, he’s still walking the street, despite it being a crime to make a terrorist threat.

It got especially annoying Saturday evening, when my girlfriend and I went out to dinner.
We had called a local car service to pick us up, and when the driver arrived he had another passenger in the front seat. This passenger, a youngish black male, was making a horrific racket about being late for his appointment because the car service had double booked the car. Fair enough, that would piss me off, too. However, he crossed the line of decent behavior when he strung together a long line of F-bombs that got my good lady all bent out of shape. She asked if he would stop using that sort of language (which doesn’t bother me, because mine is far worse).
Apparently this was too much to ask, that a gentleman should refrain from cursing in the presence of a lady, and he began an angry diatribe about “who the fuck do you think you are”, which ended with “If you don’t like it, go somewhere else, Bitch, this is New York Motherfucker…” This got me super-angry.

After telling this young dickhead that if he didn’t observe a reasonable level of acceptable behavior I would be more than happy to rearrange both his facial features and dental work for him, I was subjected to a recitation of his resume, and how he was a respectable media figure in this city, who had to go to a very important function, and double-booking the car was going to make him late, interspersed with f-bombs galore You read that right: He gave me his resume, and this was supposed to prove…just what, I don’t know.

Somehow he’s trying to convince me that he’s in some way justified in making a total, blithering idiot of himself, and picking a fight with a chick…a chick with Muscular Dystrophy, no less ..and that I was being a racist for:

a. Insisting he observe some sort of standard that could be construed as “Acting White” (his words), he’ll act however the fuck he wants to, and there’s nothing I can do or say about it.

b. We had somehow, intentionally, ordered a car at the same time he did, specifically to screw up his timetable and get him fired, because God Forbid A Black Man Should Be Allowed to Have a Responsible Job That Pays Better Than Yours, Cracker (I refrained from saying what I wanted to: which was that I used to be a VP at Citigroup, and could have bought him ten or twelve times over in those days. That would only have evoked a diatribe about Slave Markets and The Middle Passage, I reckon, so I bit my tongue).

The Driver then makes this situation worse by dropping my girl and me off first, as we’re on the way to Angry Black Asshole’s appointment. This completely unhinges him. He’s now shouting that my girl should spend more time performing oral sex acts upon me, so that I woun’t be so uptight, and then offers to stand in for me. I politely invited him to exit the car and take care of this minor disagreement like gentlemen, but of course, he declined, the big pussy. The cab then drove off, with Asswipe hanging out the open window -- rapping at me (no kidding!) -- as he sped away.

Later that evening, the same driver picked us up from the restaurant, and told us that his self-professed VIP passenger was dropped off at the Park Hill Houses (a notorious housing project best known for crack and illegal gunplay), and refused to pay his fare, complaining that the double-booking made him late. Which is what all the fuss was in the first place: Angry Black Man was playing a game, setting the driver up with an elaborate excuse not to pay him for the ride. If I ever see that bastard again, he’s dead meat. Mark my words:

“There’s nothing more dangerous than a pissed-off Sicilian. People just disappear when we're angry…”

What strikes me as odd -- even enraging -- about these incidents is the brazenness of it all, and not only that, but the sheer hypocrisy and self-serving stupidity on display.

On the one hand, African-Americans decry the use of stereotypes to demean and belittle them, but resort to them often enough when it suits their purposes; in this case, the Angry Black Man is to be given his way before he resorts to violence or creates a condition which is intended to frighten others into giving them something he hasn't otherwise earned or paid for, whether this is money or a free cab ride, under the mistaken impression that the majority of White Devils will simply buckle under rather than fight. They might be excused this assumption, I guess, based on the fact that 40+ years of the American Welfare state has taught them that violence, or the mere threat of it, pays dividends. After all, what is the Welfare State if not outright bribery; we’ll give you stuff you don’t deserve and haven't earned, just so you won’t riot?

On the other hand, some African-Americans will routinely complain about the evils of racism and the legacy of Slavery, but have no issues with engaging in the basest racism of their own, and feel wholly justified in doing so. There should be no double standards regarding race and proper behavior when it’s a Black Dude on the receiving end, but not the other way around. I can’t use the word Nigger (not that I want to), even in it’s proper context, but I can be called Cracker, Devil, Pilgrim (that was a new one on me. Anyone know what exactly that meant?), and worse, and should just be expected to deal with it as my just rewards.

And as for Slavery: I’m Sicilian. My ancestral island is the most-conquered in the history of Earth, with the Greeks, Romans, Carthaginians, Byzantines, Vandals, Lombards, Vikings, Moors, Mamelukes, French, Spanish, Germans, and Italians having all – at least once – possessed and enslaved the population. If it were possible to trace my family tree back 4,000 years there’s probably more slaves there than in your background, so shut it already; I’m playing the World’s Smallest Violin for you, you Crybaby. My people came here 50 years after slavery was abolished, too.

I’ve seen this dialectic at work before; after 20+ years on Wall Street as a manager, my office became a smaller version of Grand Central Station, with a constant flow of Black employees routinely complaining about not getting promotions or bonuses based upon the flimsiest of pretexts. Whenever you shot holes in the self-generated theory of just why someone didn’t get something, it must always became a matter of...all together now -- the consequences of racism…you fucking cracker-ass motherfucker. Been there, heard it all before.

Point out that other black employees did get promotions and bonuses and it made no difference to sees-racism-everywhere type; the fortunate ones must have gottenthem because they ‘kissed your white, motherfucking ass’, according to the worst of the entitlement-minded complainers. Apparently the concepts of merit, professionalism, and a work ethic haven’t reached some parts of Black America. Black folks know how to make unfounded accusations of racism, call lawyers and file bullshit discrimination suits, but not how to get to work on time? But, I digress…

There’s always been an anger, and it’s usually been an irrational one, but nowadays this is beginning to boil over into aspects of New York Life that it didn’t previously, and it’s becoming ever-more vicious and gratuitous. Perhaps African-Americans believed that Barack Obama was going to reintroduce Reconstruction and prise the Reparations out of the Slave-owning Class only to be bitterly disappointed when it becomes clear that even in America with a (half-) black man in the Oval Office, you’re still expected to work for a living, and you’re still expected to observe some social conventions whether you like them or not.

I guess the acceptable response to being denied something they don’t deserve – whether this is money or respect -- amongst the new generation of Angry Black Men is to take to the streets inciting or threatening violence, but we’re way past the point where “Burn, Baby, Burn!” actually works anymore. And this is perhaps even more maddening to them, as a simple convention that has worked to shower the majority of African-Americans with everything from free health care to racial preferences in Law School Admissions for decades finally collapses under the weight of both reality and a bad economy.

And because a once irrationally-guilty White Population that felt that it was obligated to comply was all to happy to buy peace. But not anymore: everyone’s broke, so it’s now every man for himself.

It’s all quite sad. Not only that, but it makes you all less sympathetic to the cause when there is a real injustice to worry about. Do something more useful with your life, for Christ’s Sake!

In the meantime, I’m thinking it might be prudent to be buying me some Prison-Related Stocks (is there such a thing?) because it appears as if there’s going to be a steady supply of Black Men in New York engaged in letting loose with their deranged anger entering the local jails for some time to come. Maybe the jokers who use the fake-outrage-Crazy-Black-Man routine to panhandle a couple of bucks on the Subway, or to scam a cab driver out of $6, will learn a lesson when they’re on the receiving end of some unwanted romantic overtures from a 300-pound AIDS-infected cellmate named Bubba.

Which is a crying shame, because if some of you put the same effort and energy into doing something constructive as you do with scamming The System and crying about what you don't get instead of what you do have, there'd be a whole lot less of this bullshit to deal with.

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AFFIRMATIVE REACTION: DEMOCRATIC PARTY - THE NEW PLANTATION?

A few days ago, my good friend Mr. Chap scribed this piece of conventional wisdom in which he suggests that African-American loyalty to the democratic (small 'd' intentional) party is based upon that party's perceived commitment to the cause of Civil Rights.

Before I take Chap apart at the rhetorical joints (just kidding!) it is necessary to put this relatively simplistic explanation into it's proper, historical context, one that goes beyond the assertion of an affinity based upon single-issue advocacy.

I don't see a correlation between Civil Rights and overwhelming democratic support so much as I see a perverse kind of Stockholm Syndrome.


It is necessary to point out these three, irrefutable, historical facts regarding the Modern Democratic Party:


1. The Modern Democratic Party is the Bastard Child of Segregation; it is an ancient pig given a new shade of lipstick.

2. The Modern Democratic Party has been invaded and infected by Socialists, Communists, and Anarchists of all kinds who have turned the brand name and party apparatus to their own ends. They call themselves ‘Progressive’, but their ultimate goal is, indeed, anything but. They are not (and have never been) what they have claimed to be, and the proof of this has been in the results of decades of failed policies and programs.

3. The Modern Democratic Party is not concerned with issues of equality or fairness, or in building a better society: it is interested in reordering society in a manner which suits the tastes, opinions, and requirements of the Elite at its top. They are not Politicians as much as they are Managers. They deliberately engage in a a process of division, propaganda, the manipulation of voting blocs and emotions. Matters of race, sex, gender, and so forth, are only important insofar as they can be made to serve the overall cause: re-ordering the planet according the Libtard’s personal preferences and attitudes, making people live the way you want them to, and by establishing/protecting the Collectivist system which makes it all possible.

Now, in Mr. Chap’s piece, he makes reference to Barry Goldwater and his opposition to the 1965 Civil Rights Act, and associates conservative rejection of the Act with the Black Exodus to the Democratic Party. He’s only half-right, however, but doesn't explain why Goldwater conservatives rejected the Act; they believed that it threatened to establish a dual social system dripping with double standards within American Society that would be antithetical to Constitutional Rule and Civil Society…and they were right. Affirmative Action, The War on Poverty, The Great Society, The Welfare State, and the destruction of the African-American nuclear family, all can be argued to have sprung from The Civil Rights Act of 1965. What Goldwater wanted, but couldn't’ get added to that law was, basically, the addition of a simple sentence (paraphrased), and even this is a gross simplification:

“…And this applies to everyone, equally….”

Barring that concession the Law wouldn’t get any Conservative support, and thus was born the myth that Conservatives don’t give a shit about Civil Rights, and voted against the Act out of racism. In fact, more democrats – actual sheet-wearin’ Old Klan dems like Robert Byrd, and old-money Southern patricians like Al Gore, Sr. – voted against it than did Republicans!).

The greatest Lie of Civil Rights legislation, and the Social Welfare system it spawns, is that it's always promulgated as a matter of equality, or undertaken in order to address a grievous historical wrong. This is a trite response to a greater historical question which has never been adequately examined, because doing so would shatter some of the more cherished myths of American History.

The Great Question of the Civil War was not the institution of Slavery, per se. Slavery was most definitely on it's way out as a matter of simple Progress. The issue was what to do with 4.5 million people who would soon be made economically redundant by the Industrial Revolution. The Cotton Gins, Steam Engines, Railroads, Mechanical Planters and Reapers, were making the keeping of slaves an archaic and expensive proposition that could no longer be economically justified, moral issues aside.

What to do with all those people, mostly uneducated, bereft of property, with few skills beyond the farm, and possessed of legitimate axes to grind? The stated causes of the Civil War (an argument over the expansion of Slavery into the West, Abolition, or even some notion of a United Nation) are mostly superficial. The issue was the potential effect of releasing all those otherwise-under-control people without any safeguard against violent revolution or revenge. They couldn’t be exterminated (that ran counter to Christian ideals, but slavery didn’t? Go figure), and they couldn’t be deported or repatriated to Africa (the American experiment with Liberia proved both very expensive and problematic) and no one wanted to pay for the deportation, anyway.

Reconstruction after the Civil War only managed to re-establish much of the pre-War status quo under Yankee guns, ironically instituting the main war aims of the Southern Secessionists (the Separation of the Races by law and force, protection of Southern Whites), and then creating animosity that went beyond mere questions of occupation. What the Confederacy couldn’t accomplish by War, its Enemy achieved in the name of civil peace and reconciliation.

Reconstruction, therefore, actually begat Jim Crow and laid one of the foundation blocks for the future welfare state which would trap many African-Americans in a cycle of government-provided subsistence-poverty and dependence, and future electoral manipulation. The Confederacy may have lost the War, but won the most important Battle.


Dixiecrats of the 19th and 20th centuries were more than happy to keep Jim Crow alive, then, but over time found themselves obligated to occasionally sweeten the pot in order to maintain this artificially-maintained peace. These overtures were either mostly symbolic (a slew of Civil Rights legislation which has probably done more to discourage equality), economic symbolism (a growing array of benefits-with-strings-attached programs, set-asides, and quota systems marinated in graft), or strictly-political skullduggery (engaging in class or racial warfare whenever necessary).

The process was intensified by the 1960 Presidential election, when John F. Kennedy barely squeaked out a win over Richard Nixon with as few as 20,000 popular votes. JFK would soon prove to be a rather weak President and his electoral prospects in 1964 seemed bleak. Kennedy would need more votes to widen any potential margin of victory, and so avoid a repeat of 1960. There was but one place to get those extra votes; amongst those racial minorities that previous democratic candidates had ignored or sought to keep down. Thus was born the union of the democratic party to the Civil Rights movement, and the genesis of the JFK/RFK mythology.

This met with much resistance within the party, and would ultimately destroy the old-line Democratic Party from within: as it spoke of equality and inclusion, fairness and freedom, it found itself obligated to include ever-more radical elements, from both racial minorities and progressive Whites, which would eventually push both the Scoop Jackson and George Wallace-type democrats out of the party. The democratic party of 2011 bears no resemblance to the democratic party of 1950 or 1900. The Civil Rights Act of 1965 had the practical effect of being the Old democratic party’s suicide note.


But this did not automatically spell change for the better.

The 1970’s saw the party transform from the party of Self-Serving-Patrician-Racism, and morph into the Party of You-Poor-Baby-Patronizing-Smiley-Face-Racism, as every conceivable complaint in American Life was spun into a ’movement’ (complete with it’s own mythology, psychiatric justification, sociological underpinnings and revisionist history) which could be directed by Progressive doofuses masquerading as crusaders ‘for the little guy’. Such a political system must, by necessity, devolve into a system in which everyone is regarded as a Victim of ________. People are no longer divided as much by political philosophy as they are by self-categorization; we now divide upon race, gender, sexual orientation, educational level, personal wealth, age, ethnicity and religion, and real political affiliation becomes ever-less important as both parties get further and further away from their stated beliefs.

Each new constituency calls out for government fixers and creates the Voting Blocs (and the money that comes with them) and which politicians will fight to the death over. This gives otherwise talentless hacks (politicians and bureaucrats) the ability to dispose of trillions of taxpayer dollars, affecting the law, people’s living standards, public attitudes, quality of life, and behaviors in the process. This process is hidden behind a confusing web of alphabet-soup agencies, commissions, Blue-Ribbon Panels, cabinet posts, Federal Departments, Sub-committees, etc., to ensure no one will ever discover the true scoundrels or their true motives.

The constituencies and issues are played one against the other, as needed. Progress, where any is made, is mostly incremental, and occurs around the margins of American Life. Racial Animosities continue to fester, but now the Progressive Racists with burnished Civil Rights and Welfare State street cred, are increasingly able to project that animosity upon their political opponents while keeping the con going.

The modern democratic party has turned this tactic into an art form, and in the process have created a system wherein people now expect to be rewarded and paid attention to for simply being alive and able to vote! It justifies and perpetuates this system by telling people what they want to hear, or better yet, what the directing brains WANT them to hear, the better to instill the fear and dependence required to continue to keep anyone from learning the truth.

Problems become intractable. No one’s life changes dramatically. No one’s circumstances are ever improved very much for the exercise. Much energy, money, and time is wasted for no visible result. This is by design, and it is to our detriment as both citizens and human beings. This is both the legacy of the Old Dixiecrats, and modus operandi of the New Progressives.

I would hazard to say that the reason why African-Americans cleave to the democratic party the way they do is because it tells them what they want to hear: that they are victims, entitled to the fruits of other people’s labor, and that this is justice. It requires nothing from them except for reflexive electoral obedience. In return it has encouraged sloth, dishonesty, ignorance, bastardy and crime, and created state-run ghettos-cum-concentration-camps, and calls it compassion. It has destroyed the educational system by pandering to unions and influencing curriculum away from traditional core subjects, ensuring generations of functional illiterates that can be more easily manipulated and frightened. The democratic party defends this sorry and disgusting state of affairs by claiming it's ideological enemies are racist, reactionary, closet-Klansman douchebags who want to see African-Americans hanging from trees, or starving in the streets.


It's no wonder the democratic party should claim to be the defender of the poor and downtrodden: it does such a good job of creating them, and then keeping them that way, after all.
The Modern Democrat does these things because he needs to exert control over people’s lives in the same way their Confederate forebears did, and for much the same reasons; the only difference now is that the New Confederates wear smiley faces, spout boilerplate socialist bullshit, and profess to ‘understand’ everyone and everything. African-Americans were just an easy target of opportunity for these New Democrats; welcome to your New and Improved Plantation.

A common lament I often hear from my Black Friends is that despite what some would agree is visible progress in terms of equality in America, there’s some things which they believe have never changed. Part of this is undoubtedly true – the democratic party requires a near-constant sense of discontent simply to survive, after all – but what truly amazes me is how there seems to be so little ambition (amongst those complaining loudest!) to make an effort to change their own circumstances.

It’s always someone else’s responsibility to ‘pay for…’ something, or to ‘level the playing field’ on their behalf, or ‘give us justice’. which often has little to do with Law and Order. They‘re expecting someone else to do the job for them (and why shouldn’t they? It’s how they’ve been trained by a Patronizing Democratic Party; responsibility is always someone else’s job) and they’re putting their hopes, more often than not, into the same democratic politicians who created this very mess by cynically telling them only what they wished to hear: you’re owed, you’re a victim, it’s not you’re fault, and you shouldn’t have to do A, B or C to get it. Vote for me and just wait for the checks to roll in, don't vote for me and Watch the Bad Guys take it away.

There's Another Way of Doing Things -- the way illustrated by people like Herman Cain, Clarence Thomas, Condoleezza Rice, Colin Powell, or Walter Williams, that is, the route of personal responsibility and success through achievement -- but somehow this becomes unacceptable. I’ve heard this proven program of personal success ridiculed as ‘Acting White’, and derided as ‘Not Authentically Black’, that it’s ‘Culturally insensitive’ and always in ways which are patronizingly disgusting. That this system works doesn’t appear to matter; a concept of personal success divorced from government hand-out or action, sans racial acrimony, or without an element of class or racial envy, becomes a literal impossibility.

Nathan Bedford Forrest would be proud. What he hoped to achieve back in the day has been achieved without the need for Midnight Terrorism in a Bed Sheet and Bad Public Relations. The amazing thing about this state of affairs is that not only will people be extraordinarily unaware of what they’ve done to themselves, but display the most incredible, and reflexive, loyalty to their oppressors in the process. It's almost as if they're saying "Thank you for fucking up my Life...may I please have some more?"

Throughout this essay I have generalized greatly. I know this, but it was necessary for illustrative purposes. However, one has to only look at the results of the last 40 years of so-called Liberal Progressivist policy -- compare it to the things the Confederates said and did about African-Americans 160 years ago -- and you'd discover that much hasn't really changed. Then honestly consider the results of modern democratic party policy, and you'll probably arrive at the same conclusion that I have: either it’s all just been run by successive generations of complete idiots, or this is all going exactly to plan.

I’m going to say something that's even more unpopular but it’s a future possibility that must be considered. This country is broke. It’s so broke that even if we sold everything of value in all 50 states and then prostituted our daughters to the Red Chinese, we still couldn’t cover our debts. This state of affairs was brought about by poor government policies and a lack of oversight and discipline. We The People are extremely anxious about the future. The rise of the Tea Party is a direct consequence of this anxiety, and it has brought with it a new belief that the established parties no longer serve the will of the governed and therefore must be reformed or replaced. Great social and political change is coming in the very near future. Common conventions about the purpose, power, and activities of the American Government which existed before are all about to change radically.

Government funding for a variety of social programs is going to disappear as funding for the entire apparatus of the Welfare State ceases. The edifice of Affirmative Action will be pulled down. The Double-Standards that have been erected by liberals around matters of race will be erased. We can no longer afford to keep them, and the people who have paid for them up until now wish to be relieved of this unfair financial burden. This is not conjecture; it is going to happen. History says it will. The America that emerges from this process will look quite different than what stands now. Now there's real money at stake.

The democratic party will need to change if it is to survive, and it will probably do so by ejecting its radicals and purging itself of all the old divide-and-conquer political rhetoric of the past. It will jettison its romantic attachment to the Entitlement State. The generation that remembers FDR and the Great Depression will soon be gone (and exiting much faster under Obama Care, I reckon).The democratic party will be moving to the right, and taking a far-more Centrist view of Civil Rights, and become more conservative by necessity. It will begin to resemble the Party of Reagan more than the Party of JFK with each passing day. With the continued funding of the Welfare State at current levels an impossibility, the rationales to keep it, even in much-reduced form, become logically and ethically indefensible; it will all be gone within a decade, maybe 15 years, at most.

Those who wish to remain with the Party of Patronizing You-Poor-Baby-ism, the illogical attitudes, the unrealistic expectations, the backhanded racism disguised as Social Justice, and the deliberately-fucked-up policies designed to keep people fat-dumb-and-happy-but-on-a-leash -nontheless which it represents, are bound to find themselves in extremely dire straits in the very near future.

It's perhaps time for some re-evaluation of old allegiences and re-think some deeply-held positions which have been rendered null and void by deep economic crisis.

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AFFIRMATIVE REACTION: PHONY RACISM, POLITICAL CORRECTNESS, AND A DEAD CHILD

Today I’d like to tell you a tragic tale involving a dead 13-year old girl, a yellow school bus, a bad public transportation system, a tractor trailer, a school administration that is more concerned with appearances and political correctness than student safety, and a court system which city lawyers openly abuse. It will not end well, I promise you, and I can also guarantee that at the end of it all you’ll be shaking your head in stunned disbelief that so-called responsible adults could be this stupid, petty, and well, irresponsible.

Our story begins two years ago, when the New York City Board of Education (three lies for the price of one) began looking for ways to cut it’s budget without firing the 2,000 or so teachers currently held in so-called ‘rubber rooms’ (more on this later) awaiting termination or criminal prosecution, and pissing off the local education unions, whilst still giving the appearance of being both fiscally responsible and fair to racial minorities.

Given that combination of political requirements, it’s not surprising that Education Administrators (an oxymoron if ever there was one) came up with a politically-biased solution that cost a young girl her life.

It all has to do with appearances, and false accusations of racism, plain and simple.

You see, I live on Staten Island, the Forgotten Borough of New York City. It is a place that City Government tends to think of as a cash cow and a dumping ground for projects that no other borough -- with their decidedly greater populations and more vocal ‘community organizer’ types -- just won’t take, such as Landfills, Wind farms, prisons and infectious disease wards.

Wikipedia describes Staten Island as a ‘suburban community’, and it once was, but it is so no longer. What it has become is a 12-by-7 mile bonanza of property taxes for a City that can concern itself with your salt intake, but then not give a shit about whether or not your community has adequate sewers and storm drains, public transportation, hospitals, or schools. There are about 500,000 people shoehorned onto this over-developed island which is always last on the City’s ‘To-Do’ list, but always first on ‘People We Can Raise Taxes On’ list.

City Officials just absolutely love the property and income taxes they can collect here (amongst the highest in all of the United States!), but they just can’t see their way to spending any of it here. Probably because the island typically votes republican, and most of us are gainfully employed. There’s far more money and political power in poverty than there is in the catering to the needs of the Middle Class who pays for it all, you see.

Four consequences of this attitude are:

1) The Road System on this island is a joke. Many of the main arteries still follow their meandering, pre-Revolutionary War-era paths from days of yore – in some cases, they still follow the routes they took during the days of the Dutch Settlements (pre-1660!) and these are often narrow, crowded with vehicular traffic, and lacking in adequate safety features (traffic islands, traffic lights, stop signs, or crosswalks). You’ll find the roads in a perpetual extremely-poor state of repair (the 12’-long-by-three-foot-deep-pothole-full-of-frozen-water-on-every-corner capital of New York!), and many basic services – like sidewalks along busy streets – are simply missing, and no one in City Government gives a shit. I can’t tell you how many stories of ‘Person-struck-and-killed-by-car-in- neighborhood-without-sidewalks’ stories there are every year in the Staten Island Advance, the local newsrag. It’s easily in the double digits.

Remember, this is supposed to be 21st-Century New York City.

2) Public Transportation is seriously lacking, and what is available is often unreliable, hardly goes where it needs to (the Transportation Plans which brought it here dating to the 1960’s, and only begun in earnest in the 1980’s), and under-utilized since decades of abject neglect of the transportation system has created a cult of the automobile that would rival that to be found elsewhere in the United States. This may be the only place in all of New York City where your trip to the ‘Corner Store’ often requires a journey by car that will take you a mile or more from home, and take 30-40 minutes because of traffic.

3) Schools are in seriously short supply. Since most of the available land (even City-owned land) has been parceled off and sold to developers (we need more overpriced Mother-Daughter townhouse/condos on this island like we need a plague of locusts), or goes to more Parks and Nature Preserves (which we need like a hole in the head. 1/5 of Staten Island is State-or-Federally-protected Wetlands, bird sanctuaries, parks, national monuments, and so forth), less space is available to build schools. Especially middle schools. The last new High School, for example, built on Staten Island (in the early 1980’s) was originally designed as a minimum-security prison -- in a residential neighborhood -- that only became the ‘new’ New Dorp High School because of the near-violent outrage that sprang from a community that wasn’t even asked if it would want a prison in it’s backyard, nor told until the very last minute that one was even being built.

4) What schools we do have are generally placed far apart, and are poorly served by public transportation, requiring more yellow bus service than might be normal for children who live in the other boroughs where there are more schools and more transportation options available.

Yellow school bus service in this borough is a necessity if children are to get to and from school safely and in a timely fashion. In fact, Yellow School Bus service for Staten Island schoolchildren from kindergarten to Middle School had been a standard for over four decades, courtesy of a political class that once understood the unique nature of the problems here, and a federal judge who granted Staten Island a waiver when parents in the other boroughs claimed that Staten Island kids were receiving a benefit that children elsewhere weren’t getting. The majority of these complaints, incidentally, were based upon race. At the time, the majority of Staten Island public school kids were white.

And if anything ever screamed ‘Racism’ way back when, it was the idea of white, middle class kids being chauffeured to and from a school three miles away when minority children had to walk, usually just a few blocks. Go figure.

The accusations of racism in Bus Service have never completely gone away, and those who have yelled ‘Racist!” the loudest and most persistently, I can promise you, have never stepped foot upon this isle to see the truth for themselves. Then again, people who make their livings shouting ‘Racist!’ and extracting government money for it are very often never really concerned with truth, nor care about the consequences of their actions, so long as a politician scratches his particular itch.

To give you some idea, my nephew Mikey is one of those children who was eligible for Yellow Bus Service. Let me tell you what he has to do to get to and from school, and maybe this will illustrate the problem for you.

Mikey’s school is approximately 4.6 miles from his own front door. Without a school bus, Mikey has limited options. He could walk to and from school, having to cross at least three major arteries which local drivers treat like the Indianapolis Speedway, dodging distracted by text-messages or putting-on-their-makeup-in-the-rearview drivers for whom simple things like proper use of turning signals, red lights, traffic lanes, No Right on Red signs, and pedestrian traffic are crippling inconveniences which conspire to keep them from their quest to be the first to the next red light at 65-mph-in-a-35 zone. It’s like a for-real game of Frogger.

This is mostly a cultural problem, exacerbated by poor road planning, construction and maintenance. To illustrate these issues for you, it is not uncommon for private individuals around here to pool their OWN money to build their OWN speed bumps on their school-zoned streets, because the City won’t, citing the excuse of expense. The City, however, has absolutely no trouble finding the funds to remove those privately-financed speed bumps – often in the dead of night --just as soon as it discovers them.

Option Number Two is that Mikey can walk eight blocks to the Staten Island Railway Train (a misnomer which consists of two tracks travelling in opposite directions that serves approximately 1/6 of the island’s population on any given day), take it four stops, and then have to walk 10 blocks from the station to school, both ways crossing busy (sometimes blind because of the curves or overgrown park/wetland) intersections without crossing guards or responsible drivers.

Option Number Three is take a City Bus, requiring a three-block walk from home, a transfer, and then a six block walk from the nearest stop. This requires, incidentally, about 45-60 minutes, so that he’d have to leave home at 6:30 to ensure he got to school anywhere near 8:00, due to the numerous stops (buses here stop at nearly every block for some reason), traffic and irregularity/unreliability of service.

Option Number Four is to take another City Bus which leaves him closer to school (after a transfer to another route), but which goes two miles out of his way in order to get him there, and probably takes closer to 90 minutes, all told.

You can see the problem.

So, the Board of Education, in a cynical effort to have it both ways -- paying lip service to the concept of financial responsibility, while pandering to the louder elements of the “Everything in Creation is Racist!” brigade -- decided it was time to end Yellow School Bus service for Staten Island (White) Middle Schoolers. Two years ago, the City claimed that doing so would save an estimated $2 million per year, which is a joke when you consider the NYC Board of Education is capable of finding more ways to waste $2 million a week without even breaking a sweat.

Local government (our Borough President) went right to the courts to stop this plan and to have the waiver granted 40+ years ago guaranteeing school bus service upheld. The judge in that case let the waiver stand, and then asked the Board of Ed to turn over its internal documents and e-mails related to the decision to stop service. What he got was a mess of blank and/or redacted paper, and an injunction against his upholding of the original waiver issued by a judge in a different borough after the Board of Ed went judge-shopping in (more-liberal) Brooklyn.

Another judge, a state appellate judge, told the Board to go and pound sand, upheld the waiver, and squashed the injunction, and bus service was restored.

However, the Board of Ed is nothing if not persistent – and willing to waste that potential $2 million savings on more lawyers – and had the service stopped once again by yet another judge, claiming the Original Waiver violates the ‘spirit of’ the 14th Amendment, despite any practical considerations. The court fight continues to this day.

Which brings us to the tragedy that is 13-year-old Aniya Williams. You see, she was run over by a great, big, fucking tractor trailer on a busy thoroughfare in an industrial area as she crossed a street -- one without a City-provided school crossing guard, despite the fact that it’s in a fucking school zone, and it was the LAST DAY OF SCHOOL -- in an effort to catch a city bus home, and thus spare herself the 40-60 minute wait for the next one.

There are two ironies here:

1. Aniya Williams was probably entitled to Yellow School Bus service under the Old Waiver, which would have picked her up in front of the school, and dropped her off mere yards from her own front door, if not for all the legal wrangling and false accusations of racism in bus service.

2. Aniya Williams happens to have been African-American.

For the sake of $2 million dollars (probably $10 million now after the legal fees are all counted up), and to quiet the uninformed noises that came from the full panoply of ‘advocates’, ‘community organizers’, ‘’community groups’, ‘education watchdogs’, public unions and all the other busy-body organizations and individuals who typically speak out of their collective asses, a child is dead. The only saving grace here is that more children aren’t dead, because on any given day there are probably going to be 50 more Aniya’s, racing for a city bus that runs on an irregular schedule so that they won’t have to walk 4 miles home, and who are forced to do so because a City Government that can’t count, but which can pander to anyone with an uninformed complaint and wants to monitor your caloric intake, just doesn’t get it.

Note: Edited this post after-the-fact for some grammatical errors, and restated the population of Staten Island.

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FLASHBACK FRIDAY: MY BIG, FAT RACIST EXPERIENCE (FROM 11/08)

I was talking with an old friend some time ago about racism, and whether or not it still exists. He's an older white guy, and I'm not. He swore that racism was a thing of the past and people should leave the concept alone. Well I'm here to tell you like I told him, I had a hell of an experience in April of 2003. I told my Wifey at the time that I didn't want her to work anymore, and that I was going to trucking school in Indianapolis so we could continue the lifestyle that we were living.   So, I enrolled. They said they would put me up in a motel and give me an allowance of $300/week for 3 weeks.  I would have a total stranger of a roommate, and there were no substitutions.

When I got to Indianapolis, I entered my room expecting anything.  I didn't have the slightest clue who my roommate could be.  It's a trucker school, so it could be anyone. In my mind, I'm preparing for Larry the friggin' Cable Guy, but it turns out to be a guy in my demographic from Dayton, Ohio. I'm not a fan of Ohio, but it ain't the Cable Guy, so I'll take it. When we met, he said, "My man, I'm so glad it's you instead of who I thought it was gonna be in this room." I'm like, "The feeling is mutual, blah blah blah, lets tear up the town."

Our version of "tear of the town" was to ride through the streets and look for the projects in the city. We wanted to see the natives in their natural habitat.  By the way, I wasn't detailed with you, so I'll backtrack. I arrived in Indianapolis at approx. 2pm the day BEFORE class started. Ol' Boy, whose name is Eric (and a good friend to this day) arrived an hour later. The Motel we stayed in was definitely a motel. All the trucker whores knew that this was where the new meat was staying. They could've been plants from the school, because the rules were simple: no drugs and no whores, as if we would bring our own whores. Maybe they knew their whores would be on the prowl.

Anyway, Eric and I drove around Naptown all willy-nilly looking for projects...you know - affordable housing, and grocery stores.  Mind you, we're two men in a foreign town looking for trouble.  You know we don't have maps because...well, we're men. Luckily for us, it was midday, and people were at work or school, or sleep.There was no action and no stress on our part when we got lost. We found a Kroger supermarket along the way, and bought survival food: trail mix, lunch meat, juices, bottled water, fruit, and bread, I think.  We got back to camp, talked to our girls on the phone, watched TV and chillaxed until the first...and last day of school.

The next morning Eric and I rode to the truck center.  We had to be there at 7AM, so we arrive at 6:30.  We eventually go through the processing and they sent us to the D.O.T. place to get our physicals. On the way out the door, we see a guy, about our age just standing there. "E" asked him if he was okay, and he told us that he needed a ride to the D.O.T. We tell him to hop in and ride with us. Dave was his name, and he caught the train to Naptown from N.C. He caught a ride up to the center with his roomate...Larry the Cable Guy. Apparently, Larry hooked up with Bill Engvall, Jeff Foxworthy and Ron White, and rode off into the sunset. Anyway, Dave is your very own personal Jamie Foxx He had us rollin about his roomie. "Yep, ahhh I hope you don't mind roomie", Dave was tellin' us Larry said. "I'm a thoroughbred, so I like to sleep in da buff. Hope you don't mind". Picture Beetlejuice saying this, and that's how Dave said Larry sounded. Dave said he ended up with one of the trucker whores and just paid her to stay the night with him. He couldn't handle Beetlejuice naked in the room with him, even though they had our own beds.

We got to the D.O.T, they grabbed our gents, made us cough, and we were on our way. When we returned to the center and they send us to lunch.  It was downhill all the way from there. There were a plethora of restaurants to choose from in Indianapolis, but the school gave us a voucher to eat at this restaurant across the street. I overheard people calling it a "greasy spoon".  Not knowing what a "greasy spoon" was, we went over there. There were big trucks and trailers in the parking lot, and we loved it. This was the experience! We go in and we're the only blacks in there, but it didn't bother us though.

The place looked like a side-of-the-road truck-stop restaurant. In the movie "Smokey and the Bandit", Burt Reynolds referred to something like this as a "Choke n' Puke".  We placed our order and we sat down. I couldn't help but to notice the apron on the cook though. It was bloodier than a murder weapon! So now I'm straight up watching her now.   She takes raw food, and throws it on the griddle they had. She wipes her hands on the apron, then grabs buns, bread, lettuce, etc. Whatever she needed to make hamburgers or whatever the people ordered.  So I'm like "oh hell naw".  I let the fellas know whats goin' on, and now they're like, "hell naw".  I told them to calm down and I'll handle it.  I like to "handle it" in public places. I go up there and I say to the lady," Uh, when our order comes up, can you wash your hands a bit?" It was like the needle on the record player scratched, the music stopped, and all eyes were on me now.  She looks me square in the eye and in the most country accent ever says, "What makes you people think you're better than us?"

When I woke up from blacking out, I was behind the counter, E standing on the counter, and Dave in front of the counter, holding the whole restaurant back with a pocket knife that you could barely see. What got me outta there was the shotgun I noticed back there but surprisingly was not being used.  I finished my yelling and quoting and headed toward the door with my boys.  Before the door hit us where the good Lord split us, I heard "NIGGER!" real loud.  With the image of the shotgun still vivid in my mind, we kept walking back to the Center.

Apparently the Choke n' Puke is affiliated with the truck school.  The administrators who were waiting for us at the front door immediately kicked us out and told us to be out of the whorish motel by the morning.  It was fine by me.  I refused to be talked to any kind of way.  I haven't experienced anything like that since, but I'll always remember my big, fat racist experience.

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