It's Good Friday and my man racism is still messing with me. (h/t Celina) Poor O, the wingnuts find all kinds of stuff to throw at him. Now he is being associated with some of our deepest and darkest fears as god fearing A-merry-cans: The black brute taking it to the bedroom and raping our women.
Oh field, relax, you lefties did a lot worse to George Bush and you didn't hear folks crying about all kinds of isms. It's just politics field, it has nothing to do with race. That pic you put up there with this post is just an example of god fearing A-merry-cans showing their frustrations and disgust with a man who wants to take us down the road of Socialism.
I see, is that why this guy refused to treat patients who voted for Obama? I thought doctors took some kind of oath to treat everybody in a fair and ethical way? Oh well, maybe it's not racism with the good doc, but the folks who came up with the cartoon...I am not so sure about, them.
But seriously, I need to quit. I am going to stop chasing racism in post racial A-merry-ca. I guess there is no need for it anymore. Not when everything is so race neutral. Hell, just recently, The National Review had on online symposium on black unemployment and they didn't even need any black folks to talk about it. In post racial A-merry-ca there is no longer a need for division based on race. Nope, a panel of white experts is all we need to tell us why black folks are unemployed.
"Well Bob, it seems that the blacks in A-merry-ca are unemployed because they simply don't want to work. Yes, that and the fact that many of them figure that since their ancestors worked so hard during slavery America owes them something. What a shame... "
But seriously, isn't this analogous to having a bunch of Jamaicans holding a symposium about the effects of too much snow on depression? Is it just me or does the whole thing seem a bit surreal?Oh hell, maybe it's just me. Check out the comments after the link I gave you.
Finally, I am going to have to find a religion and soon. I can't let another Good Friday come and go without truly appreciating it. The only thing I associate with Easter is Jamaican bun and cheese. Which reminds me, I have to give my baker in West Philly a call. I better enjoy all the Jamaican bun while I can. Why? Because pretty soon in post racial A-merry-ca, someone else will be baking those bad boys.