The White Guys Wondering "Why Can't I Say Nigger?" Are Really A Bit Upset The Blog's Now Written In Black

I'm just looking for a little honesty y'all.

Who does this during a donation drive?

My Idea Of "Jesus On The Mount" Is A Bizarre Sex Act

Nice chat with Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas today - and a reminder of why Catholicism can be so attractive:

“If the founding fathers came back and saw what we have today, would they be surprised, pleased?”  Malecha asked.

“I think most of what they say would be bleeped out,” Thomas answered.

Between jokes, Thomas talked about his life. The road from tiny Pin Point, Ga., where he shared a one bedroom with his grandfather and brother, to the highest court was long and hard, he said. But he drew strength from the Irish nuns who taught him school, who told him that African-Americans were inherently equal to white people.

“I read these narratives about the South, and they all have us crawling through dirt, and when we’re not crawling, we’re running from the Klan,” he said. “I lived with people that were positive and reinforcing and directed us in a certain way.”

Because of the nuns’ influence, Thomas said he has spent his life trying to similarly inspire “kids from modest backgrounds, kids whose parents had to decide between the rent and braces.”

“They are the people who reflect the American dream,” he said. “They don’t need you to carry them. They just need a part of your life to give them guidance.”

I wish he'd remind everyone why the nuns had to constantly be reminding proud blacks they're O.K. compared to whites (Was somebody pushing the message we aren't?) but that's O.K.. Thomas takes so much guff from everybody, there's no way I'd add to it. 

It's weird - I'm doing worse than ever, yet I feel like I'm carrying the GOP, all by myself.

Oh well - doing the hard work:

Politics is one sad, isolating business,...

 

Self-Serving? (Why, If That's The Case, I'll Take Two) III

This piece on Dave Chappelle sounds so familiar to TMR it almost physically hurts to read it:

Theories for why he quit abound. Some say he had a mental breakdown, others presume he suffered from being “the one righteous man in a world of corruption”, as Jason Zinoman, a comedy critic for the New York Times, writes in his e-book “Searching for Dave Chappelle”. Though Mr Chappelle has never fully explained his reasons for leaving, in interviews he has said that he worried his comedy was becoming socially irresponsible. He mentioned hearing a white TV-crew member laugh during the filming of a sketch in a way that made him uncomfortable. 

Race is an important theme in his work. When Mr Chappelle first started out, playing to racially mixed audiences in Washington, DC’s largely segregated comedy scene in the 1980s, he caught flak for “not being black enough” (a concern over racial fidelity that white artists never have to face). His TV show dealt with race frankly and often surreally: one sketch concerned a blind white supremacist who did not know he was black; another featured a “racial draft”, in which American ethnic groups “drafted” biracial or culturally hybrid celebrities (the Jews took Lenny Kravitz; the blacks took Tiger Woods; the Asians got the Wu-Tang Clan). In Austin a particularly funny (and unprintable) bit involved him hiring as his personal chef Paula Deen, a white Southern cookbook author who was recently fired from the Food Network for using racial slurs. 

It is not clear what is next for Mr Chappelle when this American tour ends in late September. Despite his long absence, he seems at home on stage. If there were fewer roll-on-the-ground laughs than the audience may have expected, there was also the sense that a restless innovator is pushing the bounds of his art.

Yep - I know the feeling: 

That's just what some of us do,...

 

O.K., Children, Open Your Text Books To Life In Hell,...

Stop playing. From the daily parade of molesters, to the abuse ladled out on Ann Althouse 's blog, so-called "educators" are now allowed to fuck the public and go their own way without serious penalty:

“What you did was a jab in the eye with a sharp stick to every parent who trusts a teacher.”

One more time, bloggers:

Change the word "parent" to "citizen" and you can apply that quote to Glenn Reynolds' still linking to Althouse for her feminist views after her attack on readers for same. There's been no accountability. She publicly screwed up and then sailed away.

Ponder the fact Ann voted for Obama - who Reynolds violently opposes - and then ask yourself:

If Althouse was black, and repeatedly behaved the way she has, would she be linked by Reynolds?

Hasn't TMR been "punished" for speaking about the very ethics and hypocrisy I see these two display? (Both Professors Reynolds and Althouse swear online so it can't be language,...) Neither Reynolds nor Althouse links here, any longer, because they know I'm outraged about that. Why a second standard between them? I ask you and them:

Between a Rapper and a tenured "professor", who should be expected to acknowledge, and be held to, a higher standard? Why aren't they? Even between each other? Is this the Society Of Homeopath's Code Of Ethics where they don't snitch? Or is Reynolds actually letting the Obama-supporting feminist he rails about daily - and who sells a lot of books for his wife - off the hook? 

No matter what they think of me or my style, I am still "the public", and - like a lot of other people - I'm being taught not to trust teachers, and why is obvious:

The fact we're learning is all they appear to find important,...

 

A Tough Break By Virtue Of Birth (And Too Much TV)

Imagine you're a black guy. You have a limited knowledge of white people, but leave the ghetto anyway, to idealistically get yourself a job:

“If you worked for Weiner, you were lucky if he refused to acknowledge your existence. Those less fortunate got called ‘cocksucker.’”

"Oh, but that's just the Democrats!"I can hear Republicans say, "Come with us!" But the Democrats have been telling you Republicans are racist your entire life! Do you see the bind? 

Do you see the bind?

 

Once Upon A Time, In A Crackhouse Far, Far, Away,...II

So, at the bottom of this post is KKKrack RocKKK, your second song from my 1999 mix tape, The Big Lowensky: Crackhouse Hits From The Clinton Era, and, y'all, is it a hoot!

I got excited all over, listening to it again, because - even after all these years (The Big Lowensky tracks were originally recorded before '95, remember) - KKKrack RocKKK's still a happy reminder of how well I can make some cold machines "hum".

And it was even a lot of fun to make!

Everything, back then, was fun. 

With my help, the Broun Fellinis' shows stayed packed, with lines around the block, and there was so much money coming in we made Billboard Magazine (above). And even though we ended up losing our Bay Area Music Award nominations in a rigged contest (some guy from the Jefferson Starship was the obvious favorite) San Francisco was becoming more-than-a-little aware that wherever the Fellinis' intimidating symbol, "Clyde, The Dancing Hippo," appeared, that's where the action was.

I, too, became a force to be reckoned with (being the highlight of the Fellinis' shows) as nightly crowds chanted/shouted/demanded "Crack Emcee! Crack Emcee!" so much, not only did offers came in for modeling jobs and "special guest" spots on other artist's albums, but the Fellinis' saxophone player, David Boyce, started feeling like he wasn't exactly the star of his own scene anymore.

And, boy, did he let me know it. 

But that was cool because - by that time - he wasn't.

David eventually took over vocals, after I went solo, and our friendship never recovered.

But it was time for me to go anyway. The Fellinis' got signed to a vanity label out of Los Angeles and didn't include me in the deal, but, unfortunately for them, while their first record had some beautiful moments, there weren't enough for it to be considered "all that". And, no matter where Aphrokubist Improvisations, Vol. 9 was reviewed, the one song I was allowed on the album - Pow! - was the stand-out. Even after the band stupidly edited it for swearing. 

So what more did I need? I had it all - a wife who (I thought) loved me, offers coming in from everywhere, the papers were noticing - and I had a home art/recording studio to keep 'em doing so. 

I was ready to conquer the world.

So that's exactly what I set out to do,...

     

"With his base strung over his back,..."

The "N" Word (Is Supposedly Able To Drive Me Crazy)

"What do you make of a society so primitive it clings to the belief certain words are so powerful they corrupt the moment you hear them?"   

- Frank Zappa, still pooting on everybody.

I Black, You Black, We Blackity-Black-Black-Black, Black

Since I felt forced into that little series on blackness, I'm trying to figure out how to elegantly get out of it (homeopathy!) but post-Trayvon, the stream of stories keep it hittin' - here's where I sit on 'em:

I don't give a fuck about Paula Deen or Riley Cooper because I live in America, and know how we talk, and don't think Americans should be punished for it. You want to reprimand an employee at work, fine. But firing somebody? Fuck you. 

This shit ain't that bad, if it's bad at all.

Everybody knows I don't like Oprah, but right now conservatives are wrongly "playing gotcha" with her because she said millions of blacks were lynched when, by the strict definition of the term, there were merely thousands. I guess it's somewhat to their credit that - even after watching her fall for every NewAge character and concoction ever invented - no one considered the possibility Oprah's uneducated. One of those blacks, like Obama, who's allowed to slide by for whatever quality white's appreciate seeing in them. That's what I see. 

I see a whole lot more, too, but I'm typing with one finger, so fuck it.

I see The Root says Spike Lee compared Tyler Perry's work to Amos n Andy. 

In light of that, I don't think The Root, Spike Lee, or Tyler Perry are worthy of two sentences.

I think a "Dummies" version of the Trayvon Martin trial should be produced, and replayed everywhere, until the Black Muslims are begging George Zimmerman to come home.

Charlie Rangel is a liar, a crook, a troublemaker, and a fool. 

And he's not alone.

And finally, all Don Lemon said is what anybody's grandmother would say. So he's gay, big deal. 

Calling him a "Professional Assassin” seems a bit much,...

 

TMR's Dumb & Useless Conversation About Race, Pt. VI

 Yeah, let's all talk. I just got a message that I'm a "Sissy Whiny Bitch" for not agreeing with the new and improved American narrative. The language makes me wonder:

Was he wearing a backwards baseball cap, and over-sized basketball shorts, when he wrote that?