Book Excerpts from "Black, Dumb and Barefoot ...and Knocked Up by the Democrats"

Is it just me, or does ANYbody else recognize the bodacious hypocrisy in the continued tolerance for the existence of Historically Black Colleges and Universities? Black higher education candidates decide out of preference to attended the socially engineered and contrived segregation, and these same Blacks likely toe the line behind which is lined complains of racial discrimination. Talk about chutzpah!! 

In a supposed post-racial age and having survived the sunset of the Civil Rights Movement, can ANYbody cite an appropriate justification that does NOT pay homage to some undying presumption of Black Exceptionalism or one that can stand meritoriously against the outpouring of Liberal Limitlessness? Or, can ANYbody cite why this self-selected separatism–the HBCUs–is not the result of the self-admitted inability to coexist and compete in reality, versus the choice to matriculate in a setting that is too artificial and contrived to qualify as a vehicle for the truly enabled and mature-thinking college grads . . .

Is it just me, or does ANYbody else recognize the bodacious hypocrisy in the continued tolerance for the existence of Historically Black Colleges and Universities?  Black higher education candidates decide out of preference to attended the socially engineered and contrived segregation, and these same Blacks likely toe the line behind which is lined complains of racial discrimination.  Talk about chutzpah!!

In a supposed post-racial age and having survived the sunset of the Civil Rights Movement, can ANYbody cite an appropriate justification that does NOT pay homage to some undying presumption of Black Exceptionalism or one that can stand meritoriously against the outpouring of Liberal Limitlessness?  Or, can ANYbody cite why this self-selected separatism – the HBCUs – is not the result of the self-admitted inability to coexist and compete in reality, versus the choice to matriculate in a setting that is too artificial and contrived to qualify as a vehicle for the truly enabled and mature-thinking college grads?

Oh, but wait!! Was it not 1964 when HBCUs were established?  And, wasn’t that the same year that  Republicans stood their ground and forced through the Civil Rights and Voting Rights Acts under the watchful victimization of the Johnson Administration?  And, dare we forget that momentous Age of Desegregation?  And, to the utmost surprise of many, and ashamedly so among Blacks, all monumental national achievements, all precipitants in Federal intervention during the 1960’s, all were championed by Republicans and morally courageous against virulent opposition staged by … you got it … the Democrats – self-avowed purported defenders of the weak and the saviors of those supposed to be beyond saving – the “great unwashed” – Black voters.

For decades, despite the moral hazards of mendacious allegations, half-truths, and historical revisionism, Democrats have managed to survive extinction and position themselves as the greater evolved amongst us, with the core tenet of that claim being their inimitable ability to exploit the useful idiocy of the poor, the “less fortunate,” and the socio-economic and politically oppressed.  Democrats have religiously claimed empathy for society’s victims and have outright co-opted all Republican-engineered and sponsored social achievements and projected their own foibles and political transgressions onto the opposition party, knowing just how to frame the narrative with effective demagoguery.  Of course, this is all made possible under the cloak of public ignorance, stupidity, and that all too infamous Republican circular firing squad.

Remarkably, none of this ever faces sufficient challenge, I suppose because society tends to ignore the innocuously insane.  However, what the Democrats have managed to become through well-orchestrated demagoguery should never be discounted as being innocuous – insane … though undoubtedly functionally sociopathic.

And, as they have broad-brushed their partisan character to be the teeth of social justice and the flag bearers of the oppressed, they have sought and constructed ways and means of institutionalizing social oppression to the extent that true social change and advancement have themselves become depraved and rejected as political moral hazards. Considered to be enemies of the state, these relics of civility were to be avoided, inasmuch as they would bring balance and symmetry to social wellbeing, thus, to negate further need for struggle and the champions for cause.  Therefore, social change and advancement can never take root where strife, struggle, and disparity have become the life blood of the Democrat and without which Liberals lack any relevance.

During the time when Education Desegregation was a very ugly head being reared, the Liberals of the 60’s sought a vehicle by which the Black struggle could be enshrined with sustainability, despite achievements along racial desegregation battle lines.  So, triangulating the timeline trajectory, the Liberals foresaw a time when the racial twains would finally meet, axe handles returned to the woodpile, and Riot Police could bury their respective hatchets other than in each other’s head.  Of course, this would spell the end of the Liberal’s role as grand arbiter of social injustice, racial bigotry, and all things prevailing against their Utopian ideals.  THAT, they could not … WOULD not … allow.

So, in a move to create engrained perpetuity, the Liberal establishments waved their hands and created the still-standing shrine of Afro-centric bigotry, masquerading as Black Pride & Heritage – Historically Black Colleges and Universities.  Though purported to be the token shroud of Black academic excellence, otherwise known as HBCUs, these ennobled pillars of segregation essentially institutionalize Black inadequacy and admitted inability to coexist amongst the other real-world inhabitants … and most importantly … the competitive arena of ideas in the form of public discourse.

Nothing was more evident of Black Political Sycophancy than an experience I had, during a Presidential primary, going back only a few years.

It was a day of Fall torrents, and the traffic was light, as most voters find any excuse to avoid the burden to voting during the Primaries, and a day of inclement weather more than sufficed in providing just enough of an excuse to stay in and leave it to someone else. Duty-bound, however, I was IN for both a penny AND a pound; so, I braved the threatening road wash-outs and drove to the little rural precinct poll, where I found no cars in the parking lot, save for those belonging to the poll workers.

In a bit of a rush to get it done and get home, I hurried inside, retrieved my registration card from my wallet, and filled out my sign-in document, while being eyed by the skeleton poll crew. They all were elderly Whites—all women, save for the man at the room’s entrance and the other waiting at the exit to hand me the little “I Voted Today” announcement to all who gave a damn that I had done my civic deed.

The place was dead-man quiet—the calm before the harm that I was about to encounter. Armed with my driver’s license I.D. and completed poll papers, I approached Table #1, and, as I did, the two women sitting there slid the color-coded blue ballot—the Democrat ballot—toward me . . .

Predating my mother and her cronies, inimitable candor can be traced right to the pen and parley of our country’s Founding Fathers. Themselves from the bucolic life of farming, they likely would draw glances down the long and up-turned noses of many of our contemporary Multicultural, Metrosexual Millennials who can stomach nothing associate with principled and critical thought based behavior. In their estimation, if it can’t be emoted, then it must be too boorish for anyone of any true breeding. They can hardly fathom that their Ivy League MBAs are not on equaled by but bested by the common sense brilliance sported by a bunch of 18th-century peasants masquerading as statesmen in wigs and stockings…and in public, no doubt. These are the same high-brows that, no doubt, would have a problem with outhouse two-holers that serve as residence for their primal and intellectual equals–shit-house rats.

Though it might come as a surprise to the Metrosexual sensibilities of our liberal friends, Franklin, Jefferson, Madison, and their cadre of 18th Century political pugilists had mastered uncanny insights into the nature(s) of those who would exist long after they, our Founders, were centuries- old dust. Despite an education that, by today’s standard, might barely reach the fourth grade level, our Founders could hold their own with any of today’s intellectual giants, evidenced by the fact that their constitutional architecture has sustain itself through decades of postured assaults and protected the rest of us from the “… mindless whims of the masses.” . . .

The Republican Party’s Platform of 1856 held as one of its resolutions to fight the “Twin Relics of Barbarism” – Polygamy…and Slavery.

Feeling penniless among a rising currencies of intellect, we American Black voters have found ourselves incapable of trading on the floor of the political stock exchange. Consequently, we have counterfeited our own “paper,” using our size as the presses and our mass as a domineering distribution system.  But, to be effectively far-reaching, this has necessitated that a large and shiftless majority be radicalized into a group-think that has become America’s “Demon Seed” of Balkanization, thus, threatening the nation’s solidarity born more of Unum than Pluribus. 

When it comes to navigating the complexities of political campaign rhetoric and distilling its unavoidable Shinola from its evil twin, one must tread lightly, else the rising tide of bullshit might become as decimating as any known tsunami. As a result of my departure from Liberal orthodoxy, and Black Liberal Orthodoxy to be exact, I have realized that where politics is concerned, the descriptor, Smart Blacks, might be the uber-oxymoron of modern times. Though ignorance is not necessarily meant to be pejorative, inasmuch as it represents an endless continuum along which we all share some point of its common residence, it is the willful ignorance found throughout the Black voters that screams something much more telling than mere ignorance, nevertheless. This is especially true with respect to political engagement and other things that truly matter . . .

The GOP … purveyors of Shock and Ahhh Shucks!!!!

Today, Barack Obama formally threw down the gauntlet of his declared bid for Presidency in 2012. In the face of this man’s feckless performance as U.S. President–failed promises, political thuggery, disregard for the Constitution, outright disingenuousness, and chutzpah and hubris, the likes of which would shame the Devil–can the GOP muster a campaign capable of defeating this political Anti-Christ, or has the GOP become too feckless, itself, to withstand the witchery of Obama’s Bellway nightriders? Unfortunately and if the past is any indication, while Obama summons Pazuzu and the other doers of his bidding, the GOP will suffice at leaving their thumbs stuck in dark, putrid places. Meanwhile, they will continue to hawk sound-bites that fall flat only a few strides from the Capitol steps, convinced that the repetition of facts and figures can withstand the broadsiding from demogogued claims and assertions from the Obama marketing Juggernaut.

Clearly, this is a game of spades, wherein “the party of White Men” is all [smelly] thumbs.

Republicans are the party of old, rich White Men who prefer living in the past to the novelty of progressive advancement. Whether you agree with that very biased over simplification of the GOP or not, and no matter the degrees to which denial is attempted or the extent to which it is ignored by Republicans, it has become the mantra of the Liberal Left in its unapologetic attempts at vilifying the opposition . . .

Since the hegemonic ratification and social predominance of the Civil Rights Movement, there have been two principal yet disparate groups that have taken the business end of this travesty where the sun dares not shine. Those two factions are:  the benignly neglected Negroes and their alter ego, the disaffected Whites who simply want to just get along without having to take a Reginald Denny brick to the head in the ensuing and undying racial fracas.

Though each is more closely affiliated with the Movement than any of the more famous zealots, these two groups lack the radicalized vitriol that spins highly jaundiced headlines produced for the sake of sensationalized spectacle, marketshare, and perpetual racial strife, and these headlines are irresponsibly plastered across print and electronic media with extreme prejudiced.

Reeling back to the days of my youth during the Age of King–as in Martin Luther–I recall my parents and their cronies nestled amongst those crouching Blacks that frequently gathered to fellowship under the Big Tent of devotional self-pity and depraved victimhood, anticipating a sort of second coming to materialize from the marvels and accomplishments of this mortal of a man, Martin Luther King, Jr. . . .

Dick see Jane. Jane see Spot run. Run spot run.

“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.”

What?!  Was the man DREAMING, or was he still suffering from the concussive effects of Selma and other unfortunate encounters with water hoses and extremely prejudiced brass knuckles?

There on the Washington Mall on August 28, 1963, with Lincoln staring over his shoulders, Martin Luther King, Jr. looked out onto throngs of Freedom Marchers comprised of dream-filled Blacks and White Liberals and delivered his I Have a Dream speech. Laced with the fire and brimstone of a divinely “called” man-of-God, King’s words painted a day of reckoning and deliverance when Blacks and Whites would lie as Lamb and Lion, together as one America after having put aside what King’s oratory decried as meaningless – skin color differences.  With that sermonic preaching, King challenged America to defy what for years had been it a fated legacy of oppression. Penned from a vision of having seen into the future . . .