Chris Christie pays homage to Iowa’s Birther King

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New Jersey Governor Chris Christie has abandoned all pretense of giving a shit about assisting Mitt Romney in toppling Barack Obama this year and has started running in earnest for 2016. This week, the same politician who expressed disdain for “the crazies” in his party flew to Iowa to cozy up to just that in the person of Iowa Congressman Steve King. The gentleman from Iowa has distinguished himself during his tenure in Congress as Iowa’s chief race-baiter, birther, homophobe, misogynist and conspiracy theorist.

If Christie is to have any hope of making inroads with the Hawkeye state’s fringe Right, the path to power goes directly through Western Iowa’s Birther King.  The lamestream media would do well to pay attention to how their right-wing golden boy compromises his integrity and jettisons his moderation in the pursuit of the 2016 Republican Presidential Nomination. Dostoevsky said it best, “Power is only given to those who lower themselves to pick it up.”  I can think of nothing lower than fundraising for and extoling the virtues of a bigoted troglodyte like Steve King.

Dear Mr. Leroy

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Dear Mr. Leroy,

I thought of you today.

It was the Mad Men that did it.

Watching the pornographic misogyny of that celluloid homage to white masculinity made me think of your black ass.

I looked up to you as a boy.

Silly me.

Daddy was no longer in the picture and none of Mama’s boyfriends showed any interest in me except the fucker that used to sit me on his lap and fondle my tiny tool box.

I remember your dapper three piece suits and the aura of your authority as the only black man to head a state agency.

You hired Mama to be your right hand in charge of the steno pool.

I remember the seriousness of the office and being placed at an old typewriter to distract from the fact that Mama was working overtime.

You seemed like such a serious brotha and Mama was important because you were.

You had Mama taking the minutes for the commission and allowed her to drive a state car.

Those were the days….

All that power musta went to your damn head. Not that one, the other one. The small one you primarily use to think with.

Mama told me how you pinched her ass, looked down her blouse, and damn near chased her around the desk.

I guess you thought that was a fringe benefit of being in charge of Equal Employment Opportunity.

The only thing that differentiates your self-loathing sorry ass from Clarence Thomas is that I think you actually gave a shit about blackfolks despite the Republican pedigree.

If only Clarence had lost himself down a bottle of crown royal like you have…

Fuck You.

Sincerely,

A Mama’s Boy named Skeptical