I remember that historic night when Obama won the election. My middle aged eyes instantly glossed over with heartfelt tears of joy, as the incredulous, awesome aspects of the moment crept up from behind and rendered me helplessly, surprisingly, and unavoidably choked up. I thought I would sooner witness the return of Jesus Christ than see a black man elected president of these un-ited states in my lifetime. This was indeed a miracle.
I didn’t understand fully at the time, all of what lingered beneath the swollen joy I was experiencing, only that when you’ve lived as a black man in America for as long as I have and experienced certain bitter realities, you acquire some sh*tty baggage along the way. I am certain that any black person who grew up on the streets of Newark, NJ during the time that I did was as exultantly joyful as I was by this occurrence. This spectacular event was a cleansing of sorts, a delightful port of call, complete with good spirits, heightened hopes, and an opportunity to drop some of that stank luggage from the past.
It wasn’t that Obama was the Messiah, the Fixer, a doctor come to cure all the ills of a society that had swallowed the red pill of racism long ago, and now breast feeds its offspring from the toxic tit of despair. No, I knew it would take something greater than this man who’s skin tone represents, through psychological deception, an insidious, unexplainable, but certain threat. I knew he was after all, only a man, but look at him – he looks like me – and he is the f**king president??!!
Pinch me somebody! I was beginning to feel a bona fide pride stirring way down deep at the core of my being, something I hadn’t experienced since my childhood when James Brown’s genius gave birth to a very foreign, but liberating concept, to the tune of “Say It Loud, I’m Black And I’m Proud.” But just as I rose to gloat, the wrath of all things republican, supreme and powerfully white joined ranks, and set out to darken my brightest dreams with angry clouds of disapproval. The war was back on… Gooot Damn!!
Sarah Palin wins distinguished honors, for setting a tone that has totally dumbed down the high ideals and standards we have come to expect from our legislators. She crashed and burned under even the mildest interviews when her paucity of knowledge and leadership capabilities came under examination. Though I adamantly oppose her views and ideology, it was often a little disconcerting to see her go down under the intellectual battering. Maybe that’s because she reminds me of a Hooters waitress, playing one of the leads in a poorly written D Movie. Silly me.
The presidential election may have been over but Palin was either too ornery or too dense to go away. The press loved her too, and while she may not have been newsworthy, she was news. Her baseline supporters were as much of a carnival act as she was; mouth breathing, uneducated, cross and flag waving, ultra-righteous christian crusaders, on a mission to disrupt evil. They didn’t need no stinking college degrees or fancy words or understanding of how congress worked, or none of that other carpet bagging bullsh*t. They knew that gay marriage, abortion, raising taxes on the rich, a black president, and hip hop music were all the devil’s work. They were just hard working plain folk, whose ancestors built this country, well, on the backs of slaves, but no sense in dredging up old arguments. Some still believe to this day that blacks were much better off back then, more of a family, but that’s an issue for another posting. Right now was the right time and the right climate for the tea baggers to emerge.
And so they set out with one objective in mind – throw a monkey wrench into this perception of freedom gone buck wild. Armed with a pitch fork justice mentality, the cry that hovered above their outrageous hate signs was “We want our country back!”, which implied that it had somehow ended up in the wrong hands. And like a dwindling life in its twilight hour, my mind flashed backwards over centuries of images of previous American presidents, revealing white face after white face after white face after white face until the trip down the chalk line became a starched blur, from George Washington to Barack Obama…(Silence…) and then the picture became abundantly clear.
When conducting a side by side analysis, and rating of the impact of ‘Sarah Palin versus George Bush’ on our society, our former president comes in 2nd place. He earns the dubious achievement of being a highly functioning nitwit, born into privilege and power, and ended up as president. He stole an election, sent Al Gore into a beard fertilizing depression, served 2 consecutive terms in office, and ran the country into financial ruin as everyone mostly sat in silent horror. Palin, not quite as high functioning, deserves a higher rating, in that she has managed, through the process of Palin-ization, to mass produce and inject herself into the heart of our governing body.
Both the gloves and hoods have been removed as we witness an historic, unprecedented mobilization of stupidity. Palin-ized citizens ready for battle, so doped up on the poison Palin and her many minions have been nursing them on for the past 3 years that they willfully vote against their own interests. Add to that confusion, a mob of terrorist legislators, so hell bent on winning an election that they held a loaded gun to the head of our country’s financial stability, ushering in additional disaster to join in on this gang bang of Tea Bagger tactics. Pity that!
And now for a bit of verse:
From the Coo Coo’s Nest
To the break of
a woman scorned
on the stump
she would still