NEWS ITEM: MADISON WI. RADIO HOST DEFIANT AFTER GAFFE DIMINISHING DR. RICE AS ‘AINT JEMIMA’.
The liberal contention that they are not racist is as creditable as their insistence that ‘true’ Islam has nothing to do with global terrorism. The disgraceful execrations of Dr. Rice’s character are, ironically, serendipitous in that the Democrats have finally-if inadvertently-revealed their own abysmal turpitude. Fortunately for America, it appears that left liberalism is trapped in the crossfire of a basketball game gone sour.
Let’s, once and for all time, demystify ‘white’ liberal logic vis a vis ‘African Americans’. From the beginning, despite their fulsome gushing over such trifles as blues, brawn, and barbeque, white liberal affection for black people was contingent on the supposition of African inferiority. Nothing unusual here; statists have historically derived handsome livings from denigrating individual worth and personal esteem within any demographic cohort.
What distinguishes the black situation is not colour so much as culture. ‘African Americans’ weren’t perceived as an ethnicity until post ‘civil rights’ pandemonium shackled the black community to fratricidal Mickey Mouse tribalism.
The fatuous attempt to hijack ancient Egypt was but one of the more risible instances of black self-annihilation. Within such a torturous milieu (some would say vacuum) socio-cultural disintegration became conveniently inevitable. That African America would succomb-if not resuscitated by the morally bankrupt white liberal, kharmically desperate for a ‘fix’ of ethical reassurance-was taken for granted.
That epistemological outrage garlanded the unctuous path to end-stage ‘African American’ brain death. It dreamed itself into a living nightmare where ‘conservatives’ (I.e. persons among those too subliminally honest to kiss a scoundrel’s ass) have an innate repugnance for black people.
‘Liberals’, inversely, fawningly love and pity ‘African Americans’. It has been a perverse comfort to blacks that leftist sycophants are, subconsciously, sorry for the fact that white liberal intuitively correct methodology has waxed catastrophic for black fortunes. Ergo, liberal imputation of failed black behaviour to racism becomes diaphanously facile.
Here then, one holds the key which unlocks the puzzle of black oligarchic silence in the deathly naked shadow of Condi Rice’s ordeal: Though tellingly reticent, these perplexed mediocrities relish this atrocious spectacle, despite sweating blood in anticipation of its conclusion. Why? Dr. Rice embarrasses their venal posturings; she is one woman who has single-handedly, at her own risk, defeated tribalism in America by her refusal to be seated.
Yoo hoo! Mr. Sylvester! Mr. Clinton! Aint yo mama an dem pancake box? Get it?