I’ve Been Away For A Few Days, So Here’s Three For The Price Of One
Say whatever you want to say about Bill Clinton, as long as you don’t forget to add GANGSTA to your description. Did you see him eat Chris Wallace’s smug alive on Fox??? If not, here’s a link to the interview. http://hotair.com/archives/2006/09/24/video-clinton-vs-wallace-on-fox-news-sunday/ Bill Clinton is not America’s first black president, as Maya Angelou once mused publicly (and foolishly), but he is nobody’s punk. Wallace tried to pull Clinton’s card on terrorism and got treated. Wallace now sits down to piss. It really was that bad, or, if you’re a Clinton fan, that good. Wallace had it coming, as did conservatives, including those who run Fox, beginning with Rupert Murdoch. The flying monkey right has been out of control since the Monica Lewinski scandal. And in case you’re wondering, I’m no bleeding heart liberal–by a long shot.
Fox should stop masquerading as a news network. It’s a political action committee. From Bill O’Reilly, America’s premier out of the closet closeted conservative, to Sean Hannity, to Brit Hume, Fox’s stable of conservatives makes the Heritage Foundation (do your homework) seem like the ACLU. It’s not a coincidence that Bush’s current mouthpiece (no, not Condi), Tony Snow, came to the White House from Fox.
I’m glad Clinton took it to ‘em. I only wish he’d done this sooner, because goodness knows the Democrats are in need of someone to be excited about aside from Michael Moore. If you’re thinking that person is Hillary Rodham Clinton, think again. She may receive the Democratic party nomination to run for president but she’s unelectable because Southern and Middle America white males would sooner join the Nation of Islam than vote for her.
How sad is it that it took Bill Clinton to energise the left given the mess that America has become? That and he’s been out of office since 2000. The left is on struggles. Liberals tried to get crunk about John Kerry, but even John Kerry didn’t become excited about John Kerry, even after he won his party’s nomination. He had a Southerner on the ticket and still failed to carry even one Southern state.
I keep hearing people trying to talk up Barack Obama. Their brains have taken a leave of absence. Much respect is due to the brother, but no one named Barack Anything is going to be president of the United States of America–period.
Colin Powell, the pride of Scotland (again, do your homework), is the only black man in history who had a realistic chance of winning the White House. Indicatively, however, Powell wouldn’t have run on the democratic ticket. Perhaps more indicatively, he didn’t want the job.
So, whom are the Democrats left with?
Joseph Lieberman? Negative. He’s a couple of months away from losing his senate seat, largely because of his support for the war, and he’s John Kerry screwed and chopped.
Mark Warner? Whom? Exactly. Yes, I realise that Bill Clinton was an unknown before he tooted a saxophone on the “Arsenio Hall Show,” but Bill Clinton always had charisma, something Warner doesn’t.
Unfortunately for Al Gore, corpses can’t be elected to office, so there goes his chances.
The same can be said for John Kerry, who in addition to nodding and dozing his way through his campaign, failed to clearly articulate why Americans should have elected him president other than to sigh that he wasn’t George W. Bush. Bush got more than 60 million votes not because America was so in love with him, but because that many people were unwilling to leave it to chance that America would be run by a walking narcoleptic–military decorations be damned.
See you in ‘08, when the Republicans will win the White House again. I hope I’m wrong but even if I am, there’s the Supreme Court (!) to set matters right.
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An acquaintance brought it to my attention that I’ve been awfully hard on fat people lately. She’s right; I have been (including her), primarily because fat people have been getting on my last good nerve lately. She suggested that I’ve become this way because I’ve lost a few inches myself. Close but no Double Whopper with cheese. I was hard on fat people when I was fat. And that’s what I was: fat. Not “chunky,” “healthy,” “stocky,” “swole,” or any of these euphemisms that we love to toss around.
I’m not losing weight through osmosis. I’m losing weight –and becoming healthier– because I work out regularly. That and I have cut back on the Snickers, Cokes, Soft Batch cookies, chicken tenders, pizzas, steaks and burgers that made up probably 90 percent of my diet. Instead of cookies I eat apples. Instead of Cokes I drink Snapples. And beef? I eat it maybe twice a month. Maybe. That’s not ideal but I’m getting there.
And the fat fucks I’ve been dogging lately could get there, also, if they’d shut it down after one Extra Calorie Meal instead of two per sitting. In addition to keeping regular appointments to get their hair and their nails done (this applies to some of you dudes, too, just so you know), how about stopping by a health club and working out for 30 minutes three times a week? In addition to no longer needing a car cover for an overcoat, you’d feel better.
And muhfuckas need to become realistic with their goals, ‘kay? It’s easier to gain weight than it is to lose it. (Isn’t that obvious just by looking around?) But keep at it and it’ll happen for you. A woman I used to speak to told me that she worked out five times a week. That’s a bit intense, but not impossible. But she said she also ate right and drank plenty of water in addition to working out more than 70 percent of each week. So can you imagine why she’d need liposuction? I mean, anyone who is doing all of that who isn’t obese (she was nowhere near obese) should see positive results sooner rather than later. She got pissed off at me when I told her that I didn’t think lipo was the way to go and we haven’t been cool since. *shrug*
Whatever the case, if skinny people were getting on my nerves, I’d call them out, also. But they aren’t, so, fat asses, the spotlight will remain on you. All 761 pounds of you.
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I haven’t kept up with the latest installment of “Survivor.” I live in reality, so I have no need for so-called reality TV. But I don’t live in a vaccum, so I know the teams are divided along racial lines. During the first week, the black team finished last. Some people, black folks, speculated that the team may have felt that it let black people down by losing the competition. I don’t know why that would be. I don’t know any of those people. And they don’t know me.
Putting aside the fact that “Survivor” is a scripted, edited television show, what happens on the island doesn’t have any affect on me or any other black person.
There are plenty of people who had a low opinion of blacks long before “Survivor” began airing. Nothing that happens on the show would change their opinion of us.
But more than that, how is it that we take offence when whites view us as a collective but we’re ready to attach our fate to what some people on a television show do or do not accomplish? I didn’t become any dumber because these people lost the competition. Did you?
I’m an individual first and foremost. Yes, I’m black and proudly so, but I’m not governed by some trangressive property that connects me to people I don’t even know. No one is.