Harold Ford, Jr. Don Imus’s Nappy Headed Ho

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“The majority of Negro political leaders do not ascend to prominence on the shoulders of mass support. Although genuinely popular leaders are now emerging, most are selected by white leadership, elevated to position, supplied with resources, and inevitably subjected to white control. The mass of Negroes nurtures a healthy suspicion toward these manufactured leaders.” –Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

A tsunami of outrage has been blazing in the last ten days since Don Imus, Radio Shock jock and Harold Ford, Jr benefactor singled out the Rutgers Women’s Basketball Team with a racist and sexist epithet. In the midst of the firestorm, Tennessee’s black prince, corporate whore and senator-in-waiting, released the following obligatory and gutless statement:

I don’t want to be viewed as piling on right now because Don Imus is a good friend and a decent man. However, he did a reprehensible thing. His comments about the Rutgers women’s basketball team were hurtful and wrong. Moreover, the comments robbed these young women of an important time to celebrate a magnificent and positive moment in their lives.

I am a big believer in redemption, and I understand that Don has done many good deeds in his life. Yet, no amount of philanthropy gives anyone the license to offend innocent people—particularly when it comes to matters of race and gender. So I’m going to follow the lead of those brilliant and gracious women of the Rutgers basketball team and wait and see how the next two weeks unfold. I certainly hope Don can come to understand better the pain he has caused these young women and their families, and I will leave it to others to decide how his future in media should play out.

Is it any wonder that I have lampooned Harold as”Harold Whore, Jr” and “the Whore?”

The statement is brilliant in the way it deftly positions him as an acceptable House Negro and corporate servant, unlike Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton. Its brevity is telling and its faint praise and politically expedient criticism of Don Imus was not what the Anus in the Morning was hoping for. The Anus in the Morning needed a lifeline and instead, the Whore pushed his head under the water until he drowned. Harold Ford, Jr doesn’t intend to sacrifice a seat in the world’s most exclusive club for Don Imus. While grateful for the endorsement and exposure Imus provided, and God knows he enjoyed his time as Imus’s nappy-headed Ho, Harold has no use for a John that can’t pay.

Cavorting with the Anus in the Morning and his merry band of on air racists allowed Harold Ford, Jr entrée and unfettered access to the media elite of this country also prominently featured on the program as guests. He could rub shoulders with those elitist D.C. journalists and New York Media powerhouses in the green room. Most importantly, he could shamelessly appeal to a white demographic that was entertained by the Anus in the Morning’s racist satire and confirmed in their bigotry.

Before all the contretemps, everything was smooth sailing for corporate whore extraordinaire Harold Ford, Jr. After 10 years of metaphorically swinging around a pole in the House of Representatives doing nasty favors in exchange for corporate cash in his g-string, the Whore felt that his apprenticeship was done and that he was ready for the big time.

The Whore understands how power operates in this society and in whose interests. Ours is a capitalist society that comes with all of the attendant drawbacks and moral compromises, which stratify our society along, racial and class lines. He understands that for him to ascend to higher office, he must first genuflect to power and service it better than a crackhead ho on his knees. Dr. Michael Parenti, author of “Land of Idols” has eloquently written, “The problem with capitalism is that it best rewards the worst part of us: the ruthless, competitive, conniving, opportunistic, acquisitive drives, giving little reward and often much punishment-or at least much handicap-to honesty, compassion, fair play, many forms of hard work, love of justice, and a concern for those in need.”

Ruthless, competitive, conniving, opportunistic, and acquisitive are all adjectives, which couldn’t be better in describing the essential character of the Whore. In short, he loves the game and doesn’t give two sh$ts about anybody but himself. Ain’t no way in hell he intends to be sidetracked by compassion or pushing some good-government crap designed to help those in need.

Any whore who doesn’t understand the art of seduction is not really a professional but an amateur. The Whore is anything but amateurish; he is a consummate professional. He set his sights on Don Imus and the Media elite that surrounded him and he conquered them all. Don Imus’s unapologetic racism was a minor peccadillo that the Whore ignored because the D.C. and New York power elite shared the same views. For the Whore, its all about the acquisition of power.

Jack White of Time Magazine told TomPaine.com’s Philip Nobile, “Imus will be untouchable as long as influential journalists and politicians turn a blind eye to the tide of racism and sexism that passes for satire on his program. Their tolerance of his nauseating brand of humor raises serious doubts about the mainstream media’s sensitivity to a range of racial and social issues. The problem isn’t really Imus; it’s his collaborators, who go along with him to flack their books and stoke their egos, selling out whatever principles they claim to believe in for personal profit. To hell with all of them.”

MSNBC wants to spin what they’ve done in suspending and subsequently firing Don Imus from his morning simulcast on the network. They’ve patted themselves on the back and claimed that internal pressure from unnamed African American and female staff, and not external outrage and the termination of major corporate advertising on Imus’s program dictated the decision to discharge Imus by the MSNBC News president Steve Capus.

Parenti has noted, “With command over organizational structure, personnel, and budget comes command over the practices and content of the institution. Those who call the tune may not be able to exercise perfect control over every note that is played, but individuals who stray to far from the score, who create too much cacophony, eventually find themselves without pay or position.” MSNBC News President Capus said that his decision “…was about trust. It’s about reputation. It’s about doing what’s right.” BULL****.

The truth of the matter is that Philip Nobile at TomPaine.com has been crusading against Imus for the last seven years. Every single one of Imus’s heavyweight journalistic regulars has been contacted and confronted about his racism, sexism, and homophobia. They have been asked point-blank to disavow Imus’s bigotry and to stop appearing on the program. Objectionable content was no secret to those who regularly appeared on the program or any network executive who ever freakin’ listened to the program; they never felt the need to confront it or him.

Parenti postulates that, “One widely accepted myth is that we have a free and independent press in the United States. In truth, the print and broadcast media are giant profit making conglomerates, owned and controlled by powerful banks and rich, conservative individuals. The reporters and editors who work for them learn to see the world with much the same blinders as owners, advertisers, corporate heads, and White House and Pentagon officials. Journalists think twice before delving into sensitive areas. They worry about having their copy cut and rewritten, and about being removed from choice assignments, passed over for promotion, or fired. The consequence is that coverage is limited and certain questions never get asked….”

Don’t let anybody fool you about the Anus in the morning’s tactics and battle plan. He intended to do his show his way and anybody who believed anything different was delusional and as far as he was concerned and could kiss his ass. After too many over-the-top skits and one of his producers calling the Williams sisters “animals” more suited to National Geographic than Playboy, he needed a good little sycophant and lawn jockey like Harold Whore, Jr to chat up, promote, and serve as window dressing. After being called out in 1997 for using the N-Word by Mike Wallace on 60 minutes, you’d think the Whore woulda steered clear. Naw, because the Whore ain’t got no shame. Never had and never will.

George Allen’s open letter to Michael Richards

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Senator George Felix Allen, Jr.

George Allen

Open Letter to Michael Richards

You’re doing well so far, even though you’ve apologized, an act that I personally would have advised against, if you’d asked me.  Apologizing, in my experience, only seems to underscore what a desperate, disingenuous bastard you really are.  What you need, and what’s worked for me, is to enlist the help of prominent, colored apologists, of the right-wing variety.  Yes, yes I do have names as a matter of fact.  Virginia State Senator Bennie Lambert was a lifesaver as video evidence of my unapologetic racism came to the surface. He endorsed me right after and brazenly sold out the black community for a worthless promise of more money for Black Colleges.  It was like me getting the Louisiana purchase in exchange for some blankets deliberately infected with smallpox, how could I refuse? If he believed my obvious lies, then he’ll have no problem defending your sorry behind.

Have you hugged a colored child today? It will do no good if nobody can see you do it.  Go to your nearest dilapidated, under-funded, gang-infested, inner-city school and invite the press.  Use the children as cheap colored props in your public relations campaign of deception.  Tell the assembled press corps how much you “care about literacy” and read the children “My Pet Goat,” just like Dubya does.  It works like a charm every time, even though, like Kanye says, “Bush don’t care about Black People.” I suspect that you and I share that same trait with the Presnit.

Lastly, don’t forget to attack the people appalled by your obvious racism as racists themselves.  That is a common conservative dodge that has worked well for us throughout the years.  It is always good to mix it up a little and give as good as you get.  Don’t forget to have your trusty colored apologists to join in the attack so that you’re politically inoculated.

Sincerely Racist,

George Felix Allen, Jr.

P.S. Don’t despair; there are second acts in Hollywood and Politics, just look at Mel Gibson and Trent Lott.  Anyway, it’s almost Thanksgiving and time for Fox News to launch a fusillade about the fake “War on Christmas.”  That will be just in time for people to forget about your racism.

Michael Richards, Racist

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Given the number of searches performed which include “Michael Richards,” I can surmise that y’all want my take on the incident at the Laugh Factory.  Now, Chillun, y’all know that this is a political blog and that Michael Richards is an entertainer.  I have a secret, just between us.  Come closer an listen carefully: my concern for Michael Richards is the same as my concern for what I flush down the toilet every morning.

Y’all feel me on that?

Ok Chillun, now that we have an understandin’, let’s proceed, shall we? If I were in beautiful, sunny California, the first place I would fall up in would not be The Laugh Factory to hear Michael Richards do stand-up!  Y’all feel me?  Somebody say, Amen!

Why in the Hell were there any black people in the room? This is , afterall, Michael Richards, of Seinfeld fame-the show about nothing.  It must be some powerful Herb y’all smoking to believe you’re gonna be entertained by Michael Richards, a man who pretended to be a part of a dysfunctional group of white friends in New York City, none of whom knew, worked with, or had any meaningful contact with people of color.

How racist is that?  Seinfeld’s imaginary white world of wacko’s, devoid of colored folks, became one of television’s most successful show’s in history.  Michael Richards had a piece of a television show that netted Jerry Seinfeld $300 million.  Why on God’s green earth would some harmless heckling from some stray Negroes, who had no business paying for a ticket to see him, bother a 57 year-old man with a stake in a multi-million dollar franchise that pays him every time its seen on syndication?

His malicious use of the word Nigger, the most inflammatory epithet in the lexicon, over an incident of this nature reveals the ugly underbelly of racism which infects everything and harms everybody in this nation, including Hollywood.  His outburst emptied the Theater. It just proves what those brotha’s said: He ain’t funny, and his racism is no laughing matter.

ADDENDUM

I was gonna leave this out, but my profane and ignorant friend apparently wants me to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt what a bigoted troglodyte he is for defending the indefensible and for using racial epithets to do it.  My point is simply this: the show Seinfeld, the concept of which I could never appreciate, being colored and all, was picketed by Puerto Rican and gay activists for one of their more gratuitously racist and stereotypical storylines. Period.  

George Allen doesn’t care about black people.

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If Kanye West lived in Virginia, I am sure he would have the same assessment of George Allen that he did of George Bush.   The above clip shows what happens when you attempt to get a straight answer from George Allen about his racism and his previous marriage.

Mike Stark, of Calling All Wingnuts blog, has been quite courageous in asserting his right to ask the Senator uncomfortable questions regarding his unconscionable racism and other matters deemed of interest to the electorate.  You get tackled and body slammed by Allen goons if they don’t like your questions.  That this occurs in the home of the father of our country, the author of our declaration of independance, and the primary father of our constitution, is a travesty.

I would encourage all of Virginia’s African American voters not held captive on George Allen’s plantation, to confront him in the same way and respectfully, politely, and resolutely ask him: Why have you repeatedly used the racist epithet, Nigger, in private?  Why have you repeatedly lied to the world about your racial animus?  Why do you expect us to believe your denials in the face of former associates coming forward to reveal your racism? Are we really supposed to believe all of these white folks are lying?

It shouldn’t matter how many Handkerchief head Minstrels he gets to endorse him, he needs to answer the damn questions truthfully in the campaign’s final days.  We all know that Allen, the ignorant confederate, and insincere bigot, doesn’t care about black people.   His non-answer should confirm it to all those who continue to have their heads in the sand, or stuck up their arses.

Watch it, George, your Homophobia is showing

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U.S. Sen. George Allen

George, 

When I jokingly suggested yesterday that you hold a press conference with some black minstrels to address the explosive allegations surrounding your persistent use of the N-Word, I didn’t think that you’d actually do it.

You did, as the above picture attests.  God is soooo Good!  Everything I suggested you did, right down to the black preachers railing against same-sex marriage. Where did you find those Negroes?  Did you call rent-a-negro

If you didn’t call rent-a-negro, how did you “procure” their services?  I’ve heard that some “men of the cloth” are for sale, I just didn’t think y’all could round up so many.  I guess you’re so desperate to be pictured with friendly black faces that you’d say or do anything, pay anything to get them to “appear.”

Kidding aside, there is a serious matter I need to discuss with you.  No, Felix, I don’t mean the N-Word thing and your obvious lying.  It has to do with your homophobia and this B.S. event with the black preachers against same-sex marriage.

I’m afraid it just doesn’t look good for you to be defending yourself against charges of using racist epithets while engaging in a bigoted hatefest against the gay community.  It kinda validates the charges of racial animus and bigotry. 

As for the so-called “men of God” who participated in your mutual hatefest, I have this to say: Your ignorant musings about gay people are contrary to the biblical admonition to “love thy neighbor as thyself.”  You are beneath contempt for allowing yourselves and your ministry to be used as one of George Allen’s weapons of mass distraction.

Mrs. Coretta Scott King, before her passing, made it clear what she thought about this question.  Her eloquence is illuminating, she said “Homophobia is like racism and anti-Semitism and other forms of bigotry in that it seeks to dehumanize a large group of people, to deny their humanity, their dignity and personhood…this sets the stage for further repression and violence that spread all too easily to victimize the next minority group.”

It should be clear to all those who are sentient that you are an unrepentant racist and homophobe that is undeserving of the honor of representing the commonwealth in the Senate. Your gay bashing, confederate nostalgia, and rank dishonesty regarding your malicious use of our nation’s most infammatory epithet consign you forever to the ashbin of history.

Memo to George Allen

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Memorandum

TO: George Felix Allen, Jr.

FR: Skeptical Brotha

RE: Your obvious and unapologetic racism

I’ve got a bright idea George. How about you hold a press conference to address the allegations of your obvious and unapologetic racism surrounded by colored folks? What do you say? I am sure there is a plethora of right-wing Negroes willing and able to prostitute themselves once again to benefit a racist of your presidential stature.

 

Whom should you invite, you say? Well, for starters, I think you should invite some of those crackheads that endorsed Michael Steele last week. You know, for authenticity. Then you could send out a desperate S.O.S. to some of the black fools who’ve worked for you: Kay Coles James and the President’s personal shoplifter, Claude Allen. Claude who, you say? You know, he was Bush’s domestic policy advisor and the homophobic wingnut you tried to appoint to the Fourth Circuit Court of Appeals. I am sure they can vouch for you in the most unbelievable fashion possible.

We cannot forget to invite the homegrown fools: Hampton University President Dr. William R. Harvey and State Senator Bennie Lambert. They’ve already embarrassed themselves before God and man by endorsing you already. Speaking of embarrassing Negroes, we cannot forget to invite Dr. Walter Williams, the hateful black conservative Economics professor atGeorge Mason University. There is a treasure trove of self-loathing Negro academics out there to choose from. You can extend invitations to Affirmative Action opponents Thomas Sowell, former Ambassador Allen Keyes, Shelby Steele, and last but not least, John McWhorter.

We should probably add some of the black battering rams against Affirmative Action you’ve voted to give federal appointments to. People like those Bush appointed to the U.S. Commission on Civil Rights: Peter Kirsanow and Gerald Reynolds, and Ashley Taylor, They’ve done an excellent job of doing nothing. You should also invite Ralph Boyd, the former assistant Attorney General for Civil Rights who helped gut proper enforcement of the Voting Rights Act.

 

Oh, my Lord. I almost forgot the religious right. We cannot forget them. We must not forget to invite that detestable slave girl on Pat Robertson’s plantation. She is the perfect one to inject a note of false religiosity. Preachers, you say? Yes, absolutely. You can invite that malevolent handkerchief head, Bishop Harry Jackson. He’s the guy that is so worried about same-sex marriage to the exclusion of damn near everything else that ails the black community. To the mix, we cannot forget to add Dr. Martin Luther King’s confused niece, Alveda King. She’s been bastardizing the dream for some time now.

 

If any of these people won’t accept your invitation you can always threaten to get President Bush to declare them enemy combatants and lock them up at Guantanamo.

 

 

Venue, you say? I think one of those black colleges you’ve helped so damn much by voting to cut $12 billion in student loans funds. Another perfect venue would be a plantation, near the slave quarters. That would definitely set the right tone.

The press conference should begin with y’all marching smartly to the dias with the group dressed in period slave attire and wearing blackface. After an ungrammatical opening prayer by Pat Robertson’s slave girl and a Negro spiritual warbled by Kay Coles James, preferably “nobody knows the troubles I’ve seen”, you can announce the formation of “Minstrels for George Allen,” to be chaired by the President’s personal shoplifter, Claude Allen and co-chaired by your number one Democratic sycophant, State Senator Bennie Lambert.

After another negro spiritual, you can begin the testimonials of praise. The minstrels can then sing the praises of good ole’ “Mr. George” and how good you are to the nigras. After a buckdance by Walter Williams and John McWhorter, you can begin your prepared statement disavowing any harmful intent by using the N-Word.

A surprise special guest, Harvard Law Professor Randall Kennedy can be brought to the podium to explain how inoffensive and common place the N-word really is. Then comes the real business at hand, the game of distraction. Alan Keyes, Harry Jackson, and Thomas Sewell can all give rambling discourses on the evils of same-sex marriage and the black family. They can reiterate your persistent opposition to the gay agenda and end their rambling talk with another word of ungrammatical prayer for you, “the man of God.”

The press conference can close with an upbeat musical number “carry me back to old virginny.”

Carry me back to old Virginny,
There’s where the cotton and the corn and tatoes grow,
There’s where the birds warble sweet in the springtime,
There’s where the old darke’ys heart am long’d to go,
There’s where I labored so hard for old massa,
Day after day in the field of yellow corn,
No place on earth do I love more sincerely
Than old Virginny, the state where I was born.

 

Whatever you do, for God sake, don’t take any questions from the assembled media.