the Negro had stayed alive and begun to grow by following the need of his body where he could. Knowing in the cells of his existence that life was war, nothing but war, the Negro (all exceptions admitted) could rarely afford the sophisticated inhibitions of civilization, and so he kept for his survival the art of the primitive, he lived in the enormous present, he subsisted for his Saturday night kicks, relinquishing the pleasures of the mind for the more obligatory pleasures of the body, and in his music he gave voice to the character and quality of his existence, to his rage and the infinite variations of joy, lust, languor, growl, cramp, pinch, scream and despair of his orgasm.

That does sound like Bubba, doesn’t it?

“Goldberg selling rotten lettuce to Black people”.

Jeepers, you can be a victim over anything. Try Safeway, no whining necessary, they don’t even care what color you are. No really, they don’t, you just walk up and pick out the lettuce yourself.

Just a sidenote – we didn’t have enough illegal aliens at the time to get all that lettuce picked – something Homeland Security has fixed.

…This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the “unalienable Rights” of “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. … Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children. … Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. … that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. … I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

Would that speech be considered sexist today because it spoke of “Men” instead of people or individuals?

Who is judging who now? Oh well, it was just a dream after all right?

Never mind!

At the time, I wasn’t sure who I was voting for. I was waiting for Bush to say the thing I wanted him to say, which was, “Hey, I have been a bit busy. You know, the Berlin wall came down…I had a war…lots of stuff. Sorry about the taxes, but Dems in Congress stuffed me against the wall and I had no choice. Just give me a chance and let me finish the job.”

Anyway, the thing that instantly went through my mind when he grabbed my hand and shook it was “Used Car Salesman”.

that’s right. His presence, his demeanor, his handshake..everything hit me like a used car salesman. It was at that very instant, that one hand shake that I knew, I would never, ever vote for this man ever, no matter what. As the weeks and months went on, I was struck by how many people referred to him in that manner, as well as how many reasons I was given as to why I would not want to legitimately not want to voe for him, nor could I figure out why anyone would want to.

Shortly after he was elected, i was working another gig, and everyone was talking about how they were excited about finally being able to “pay their own share” towards the debt. I was beside myself. i told them I already paid enough in taxes, and if they wanted to feel really good, when i go my bill they could pay that too. this guy had people in a trance. Seriously, just like a used car salesman. then came the bake sales…