Saturday, November 17, 2018
Camera Loves
Nut-Browns
(so many shades
past downright pale)
but mutes their strident
verbiage. Should they
miraculously bleach
beyond the apartheid
of media,
their words would reach
historical resonance.
Not a chance!
But, really, aren’t
they truly charming?
Surely we can do
SOMEthing!Labels: color, media, Race, ruling class, TV News
Thursday, September 13, 2018
Republican Party USA
Sunday, April 08, 2018
Conversation For the Ages
The Roles
(or, Richer they are, more they steal)
-May I say that I find your latest political
incarnation so thoroughly disgusting
as to be transcendent?
-Please do! No harm in college boy words.
-Right wing zealot! How can you sleep?
-Easy! My Louisa wears me out with screwing!
-As she did last year when you pretended Vlad Lenin?
-She’s an Equal Opportunity Rabbit.
-He had more chin than ten Trumps.
-Didn’t he? Almost as much as Mussolini.
-Don’t end like him! Last days hanging around a Milan gas station.
-His mistress beside him, likewise upside-down. Nice panties!
-Ah but they tied her skirt for modesty!
-Put modesty with murder, you get politics.
-Yeah, but leave out Race and you got nothing!
Labels: Mussolini, politics, Race, role-playing, Trump
Saturday, December 30, 2017
American Greatness in Miniature
babies from Yemen or some
fuckin place!
-Are they black?
-Just as bad.
Labels: American, American Prejudice, black, Race, Yemen
Monday, August 14, 2017
Take a Nazi to Lunch
Monday, November 21, 2016
"Boy"
-This Senator called a black
lawyer “Boy” when a judge.
Once upon a time! Does that
make him an unrelenting
Segregationist?
-Probably.
-I don't buy it. He could belong
to a poker club where he regularly
plays with black guys, and they rib
the shit outa each other on race.
-That's not enough to extract the
"unrelenting."
-Such standards!
-The fish is in the water, and the
water is in the fish.
-Oh? And what the hell does that mean?
-If the shoe fits...
-Enough with the proverbs! They're as
lousy a guide as anything!
-We're liberals and yet a lot of intolerance
has seeped in.
-I'm not responsible for seepage. I just do
the best I can.
-Not enough.
-Nothing ever is. It's a curse and fuck it!
-Heart for every fate!
-I'm warning you!
Labels: "Boy", Attorney General, liberal, nomination, Race, Sessions
Tuesday, November 08, 2016
Political Attitudes
Chief knew what Mayor
was saying when he
laughed "Trim the herd!"
Darker portion thereof.
But now the new young
congressman"toured" his
district to “hear” black and
brown complaints
Elect a liberal, get a mess!
Labels: Conservative, liberal, Race, trim herd
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Recipe
-In political life, you Blacks hafta learn: You get
your half a loaf and run like hell!
-Half? We get the burnt cornmeal grains from
the bottom of the oven!
-Your problem is that attitude.
-Thanks for nothing, Mr Democrat!
-Republicans wouldn’t give you the sweat from
their balls!
-Too bad! Coulda made American Jive Negro
Johnny Cake! (dances)
-Look at you! They say it’s not Natural Rhythm,
but I see otherwise!
-Dead-gaze on with ENVY!
-(in response to individual moves) Hot!
Diggity!
Dog!
-Ahs, like, re-VEALED !
Labels: "Natural Rhythm", attitude, black, Democrat, politics, prejudice, Race, Republican
Wednesday, January 06, 2016
Civilized Solution
Everybody grew angry at Kadija for her DWB arrest.
The officer for the additional form he had to fill out,
and which he kept screwing up; his partner because he
had to fix the screwups. Woman Desk Officer
who was obviously superior to anyone on earth!
Kadija’s father sent his lawyer, Harding Kell, to get her
out on bail.
He dropped her at Gem's apartment. Jasmine showed
up later. Then, they worked up a list of white men and
women to drive them.
Labels: Driving While Black, police, Race
Friday, November 13, 2015
Laf ass off
He never directly quoted Nelly-Belly
on the air. Referred to her offhand.
Sidelight to the show's thrust.
Soft throwaway lines for the most part...
always she was pregnant and on welfare.
"Last week, forced into looking for work,
she thought Philosopher be a good gig!
Now you can’t call folks lazy who wanna
think real hard!"
You're so great with voices! I wanna HEAR her.
Down-home blackest Alabama? Maybe what
buck’s Daddy presently? Well...don't tell artist
how to paint!
What The Man wants...
Instead of his fiery monolog that next closing,
Nelly-Belly dreaming of "Biscuits wi' gravy,
O mah STARS!"
Sponsor texts lafd ass off!
Labels: black, black dialect, black woman, Race, radio, satire directed at black woman
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Getting It Together
Dr Petite announced to the European Consortium that the airplane would be assembled in China or Alabama.
There followed lots of Alabama jokes: incest, moonshine, guns, and comical accents.
He told them that Alabama could actually edge China on low wages, and that was good enough for him. As for the rest of it...well...ignorant people everywhere in the world!
He told them that Alabama could actually edge China on low wages, and that was good enough for him. As for the rest of it...well...ignorant people everywhere in the world!
The actual bosses a level above him chose both places.
Jenny the Runt was hired as a floater, first to be a sort of hostess dispensing coffee and tea to anyone touring the new plant.
A very pretty young woman, if tiny. And Dr Petite told her father that she was the equal of the beauties who did the job at the China plant. “And they’re professional movie actresses!”
“Don’t know no China people,” shrugged Horace. “Don't begin with N and that’s good enough for me!”
Labels: airplane, Alabama, China, consortium, European, manufacturing, N-Word, prejudice, Race
Friday, October 16, 2015
Rising Again
The Election
“Explain it to them one more time, Smitty. But make
it simpler!”
That from a carrier by my back fence. “If that’s
possible,” added another.
Then they laughed, jostling the usual racist signs.
I had to explain nothing, not running this term,
Giving my slot to a black woman who was trying
this last time.
She proved the most amusing to them of any
possible candidate, and they called her Aunt
Jemima. They had a huge cardboard cutout
of the real one, and moved it around in
seething psychodramas.
When the results came in that evening, it floored
everyone. She won overwhelmingly.
I went into the Lions Den then, their HQ. It was glum,
and the jokes grittier. But I had to see the Police
Chief quickly. I really had no office or platform to
request it from, but asked politely for protection for her.
That, of course, amused him. “No arrests tonight,
and none expected. You gotta learn to relax.”
The best I could get was that they’d “keep an
eye on her--which will be easy because of her
girth.”
I phoned her with congratulations. “Worry not, Smitty.
Already hired three bodyguards. They look like walls
and are not known to laugh!” Then we laughed.
There WAS a murder that night, one of the carriers
taking out another.
The next day, the other party sent a DVD to the TV station
showing the destruction of the cardboard Aunt Jemima
by a bazooka-like weapon.
Cousin Jessy and Uncle Mac played it in an endless loop,
former announcing: “We’re still buying cars in all this
excitement!”
Uncle Mac adding: “And Frontier Dodge-Nissan’ll get
you from O to 60 before you even started out!”
Then the news informed that the FBI wanted a copy of the DVD.
"Frontier’ll sell ‘em that new humongous Hog-Wrangler
if they come here."
Cousin Jessy answered him, “Get the whole bureau
in one of them babies!”
Labels: Aunt Jemima, black woman, election, guns, open carry, Race, racist
Friday, August 21, 2015
Northern Race
Thus Falleth
When Dartmouth won the Ivy Basketball Championship,
Jiffy Horter brought the other two managers to our
Massachusetts Swim Club.
One black, and the genial center of any group he was in.
At a far table, Hoddings Cartwright led the whispered toast with
lemonade. “Thus falleth the last bastion of Northern Segregation!”
Uh huh? No big deal. And he agreed.
In his Audi later, though, sobs caught at him.
In case you think merely prejudice.
Heartfelt tradition too!
Labels: Dartmouth, Ivy League, Northern Segregation, prejudice, Race, Race and Tradition, racial prejudice, swim club
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Carried Interest
Old Black Joe, he carry de Interest
in de big ole sack fo De Man! The
Mississippi Mud beats his feet and
he be screamin’ "I be promise de chicken!"
“One every day! if'n you carries me too!”
De Man, he too fat t'walk now, n’ Joe he
carry him too.
But dat no good! He too heavy wit de sack,
n' Joe drop de whole kit-n-kaboodle n’
himself in de mud.
Sack, it pop open n’ make de whole world
golden light. All de Negroes comes and sings
de spirituals.
De Man he yell to shut up, n’ get dat gold
back in de sack!
“I'm requirin new Negroes,” he shout. “Two!
chickens a day.”
“Zero sum game!” Joe shout back, he dying.
“And I ends up de zero.”
“Oh who oh who will carry my Interest now?”
De fat man he sing pretty good.
But he find out de white man can be slave
like anybody else.
And de next week de new white man carry his
Interest. N' another white man do carry De Man!
N’ d’other white mens, dey learns de spirituals!
But can sing right away Old White Joe!
Labels: black, Carried Interest, Hedge Fund, injustice, Interest, Old Black Joe, Race, slave, Tax Laws Favoring Rich, taxation, Zero Sum
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
At Aunt Jemima’s Quilting Party
she sent home Uncles Tom and Ben. Women only!
No Race Gal, she had invited Scarlet O’Hara and
Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair.
The former bored on and on concerning myths of
White Southern Womanhood!
The latter flitted about, bearing her hair. Jemima got
them down to quilting, though Scarlet insisted on
sitting on her lap.
Well, you couldn’t quilt that way, so Jemima placed
her among the blackest women.
Simon Legree came to the door to do his horrible thing.
He had been tasked with keeping an eye on all uncles.
Jemima, though, turned him away so fast his atrocious
head was spinning!
The chattering quilters were making so much noise
that nobody could think! Even drowning out the beaters
of the feet on the Mississippi mud outside!
Jemima shouted that the dancers were turning that mud
into concrete for Uncle Tom’s and Ben’s heads!
That proved the laugh of the night! Finally you couldn’t hear
the dancers, who, discouraged, quit. Save one who rapped:
De fat black broad gets uppity
n’ make de party for white hos.
Racist dick he come to doh,
look for de crazy uncles. He
try seeing all de tits,
and mean as catshit!
Jemima invited him in for catfish, but Jeannie with the Light
Brown Hair started her borne-vaporing again, distracting
everyone.
Scarlet retched about her lost dump of a house: “Plantation!”
Jemima laughed uproariously, and was particularly jolly to all!
Where will we find her like again? Old Black Joe, he done gone!
Labels: Aunt Jemima, Jeannie With the Light Brown Hair, Mississippi, Old Black Joe, quilting, Race, rap, Simon Legree, Uncle Ben, Uncle Tom
Monday, March 09, 2015
Human Advancement
or God Shedding His Grace
-A funny thing happened when we were congratulating
ourselves on our progress.
The Republicans got back in and threaten to pass an omnibus
bill entitled “The Right to Work for Starvation Wages As the Rich
Fuck Everybody with Our Fawning Concurrence, And the Spicks
Are Placed in Pens Awaiting Deportation, And the Blacks Shoved
in Jail Again, And All the Lovely Ladies Kept Barefoot and Pregnant Because of Their Recalcitrant And Weirdly Hormonal Behavior Generally.”
-That’s omnibus all right. Class and Race with the usual dollop of
bizarre Gynecology.
-With a special vengeance!
-Uh huh, but so what? There’ll be deals to soften the whole damn thing. That’s the nature of politics: It’s “Work it out!”
-Not this time. The Frenzy is on ‘em!
-Drool in the air?
-Wear a raincoat.
Labels: barefoot and pregnant, Blacks, class, Conservative, Gynecology, Race, Republican, rich, Right To Work, sex, The Gynecology Party, women
Monday, December 08, 2014
Political Descriptions
Two Know It Nearly All Dems
-In their deeper Southern holes, Republicans
fanned the hatred of the black president
since Day 1!
-But that’s color-blind hate.
-Isn’t it?
Labels: "color-blind", Democrat, Obama, President, Race, Republican, Southern
Monday, November 10, 2014
Leans, But Unafraid of Truth
One of our gang is a newspaper columnist. Unlike us,
he leans Right. But, you can always bank on a
stinging answer, no matter where you’re coming from.
“How come they can’t let go of the O’s Community
Organizer past?”
“Makes them seethe anew. They like that. Hand in glove
with Race–-if anybody pulls up in a Purple Scion and asks.”
“Why don’t you write about it? Don’t wanna sound Lefty?”
“I have no care as to how I sound, and never have! But the
sneer in question is cheap coin. I’ve upgraded my Treasury.”
“What kinda newspaperman are YOU?”
“I don’t know: Leaving the yellow but not quite for the pink.”
There he laughs uproariously. He enjoys no humor but his own,
and that so fully, it’s an embarrassment.
Labels: columnist, Community Organizer, humor, Left, newspaper, Obama, Race, Right
Tuesday, October 07, 2014
The South–-in process of rising
-Not enough they done already, now this
disease!
-E Freakin Bola!
-Sounds like one of thems weird names
in phone book.
-You want ‘em have separate one?
-Nah, you can tell.
-Well...don’t catch it!
-Their final gift?
Labels: Ebola", Race, racial prejudice, South
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Imagery of Structures
-Letzi says she won't be an Aunt Jemima!
-I can hear her. Does she do nothing quietly?
-Her boyfriend puts cotton in his ears, but
takes it out when they do it.
-More than I want to know. But, anyway, she's white.
-Last time I looked.
-So, what's with the Aunt...?
-Burks, in Shipping, is white, but they call him Uncle Tom.
-So this plantation imagery has invaded our fair firm?
-You could put it that way.
-What? If you're inarticulate?...if I read your tone. At any rate,
Max, I wonder if those terms don't fit SOME power structures.
But, not here!
-Nevah!
-Look, you're middle management and I , ahem, upper.
-Just the facts, Man.
-And yet we rib the shit out of each other playing softball.
No class crap here!
-None. Squat. Zip. Zilch. Zer-er-O!
-Right! Example of how things should be!
Mr Ralph leaves, and Heskey, the fresh intern, tells Max
-You're such a freakin Uncle Tom!
-Survival of the Flatter-ist.
-You gwine t’lunch? Ah be.
-Can’t eat with field hands.
-Yeah! Just with House Nig-
-You studying company handbook? If you come up
looking stupid, it’s MY ass gets burnt!
-Must you interrupt?...de-dupt, de-dupt, de-dupt?
Labels: Aunt Jemima, class, company politics, company structure, power, power relationships, Race, Uncle Tom
