Cain’s Kryptonite

The story of Sharon Bialek has intrigued me since it started. The Left escalation to “black man’s kryptonite”—an attractive white woman—Cain’s latest accuser, has pegged my BS meter, though perhaps not how you may believe.

You see, when I heard this story I recalled the media hoopla over the Susan Smith who said that she had been carjacked by a black man, and her two babies were in the car. It just didn’t pass the smell test. Black carjackers don’t want somebody else’s kids. That’s just a headache for which there is no pill.

It was later discovered of course that the Smith had drowned her children by driving her car into a lake in order to live unencumbered with her new boyfriend.  Bialek’s story doesn’t hold water either, pardon the pun.

As my friends the Magic Negro put it,

“No white woman particularly a half way decent white women would ever EVER go to a black dude to get help finding a job.”

He’s right! A beautiful white woman may check a brotha’s pulse on where to get some 420 or she may even have a cocktail with him to confide some dark secret about her boyfriend. There is also the possibility that she may have a case of Jungle Fever and wants to get her freak on before returning to suburbia.  However, to meet with a brotha to find a job, well that’s just a waste of a brotha’s time. And hers!

The fact is, no matter what a brotha’s station in life, his juice doesn’t trump “Beautiful White Woman” juice.  An attractive white woman can do more for herself, than ANY brotha, including Denzel, Russell Simmons, LA Reid, even Barack Obama!

This brings me to my next point:  If a beautiful white woman can’t find a job on her own, then something’s wrong. If an attractive white woman has to make more than two phone calls to get hired, she has what my grandmother calls, “issues.” And it’s obvious that Bialek has “issues.”

First, her story has holes.  I’m not talking screen door holes that you have to get close up on to see. I’m talking Swiss cheese holes.

In watching her tell her story at the press conference, all I can say is she added to the crime scene evidence against herself.  I would have wondered why Allred wasn’t raising objections to the all the inconsistencies in Bialek’s statement and her fumbling for the word, but then I realized that Bialek was having reading Allred’s handwriting.

Bialek also seems to have trouble keeping and now getting jobs. That’s unusual for an attractive white woman. She was fired from the National Restaurant Association, and nobody wants her now. Add to this the fact that I’m already having boyfriend fatigue with her. My last boyfriend before the first one that I mentioned after the other boyfriend knows that Herman did this. None of these men wanted to marry this weirdo woman?

Bialek’s biggest issue may come when people follow the money.  My friend Fred Brauer sardonically writes,

“YES!! You can make the check out to Sharon Bialek! That’s B I A L E K.”

Bialek is broke; which is nothing new, because she is chronically broke.

As the Chicago Tribune reports,

Records show she twice has filed for personal bankruptcy, first in 1991 and then again in 2001. In the latter case, she claimed $5,700 in assets and more than $36,000 in liabilities. Among the creditors seeking payment was a management firm demanding back rent of $4,500, four credit card companies and a lawyer asking for his legal fees.

Given Bialek’s pattern of filing for bankruptcy every ten years, it looks like she was about due.  If she could only hit the lotto…

The article goes on to report,

The IRS filed a tax lien against her in 2009 for nearly $5,200. In August, the Illinois Department of Revenue claimed Bialek owed the state more than $4,300, including penalties and interest, relating to income taxes from 2004, according to county records.

Apparently the IRS can drive white women crazy enough to dust off the cobwebs on the past, or maybe she had a bit of help?

Yet another “issue” is the coincidence that Bialek lives in the same place as Obama operative, David Axelrod.  Asked if she ever sees Axelrod, Bialek said that she sees him in the gym from time to time.  Something tells me that the Democrats may be trying to put a quota on black presidents, at least for the near future.

But the Dems may not be the only help Bialek is getting.  Karl Rove actually had the nerve to say that Bialek getting Gloria Allred to represent her added “credibility to her case,” proving the Rove is an equal opportunity bigot. He will destroy beautiful Conservative women and competent Conservative black men.

I ask Bialek, “When are you going to fess up and tell the truth?”  Bialek is the political version of Susan Smith. Bialek has drowned her kids, and Cain makes a great scapegoat. After all, who wouldn’t believe black man’s kryptonite, even if it is a lie?

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Yet another ignorant black Liberal, throwing away the best and brightest of blacks, based strictly on political ideology.  What next, we find out that DeVega is the baby daddy of one of Janeane Garofalo’s aborted babies?

Don’t expect Herman Cain to cry racism or even “stupidism,” however.  Why should Cain bother, when he is a self-made man who knows who he is? This is the difference between a real man and a faux one.

I’m thinking Obama would have called a press conference and publicly forgiven DeVega.  In his passionate speech, Obama would have asked the nation to heal from the crisis, and invited the Congressional Black Caucus over for a prayer breakfast. Cain won’t bring this up unless asked.

Silly Negroes like Chauncey DeVega are quick to attack black Conservatives, yet they would commit suicide at the first sign of abandonment by other blacks. That fear of loss is what makes them toe the line.  They fear going against the grain, more than they fear the wrath of God. Black Liberals need to be accepted, even when they know in their hearts that they are wrong.

Comparing Herman Cain’s life to any of the so-called black Liberal leaders is to compare a man to boys. Cain surpasses Obama’s true accomplishments, using on a couple of weeks of his life.  Cain actually worked hard to become a success. Obama got everything handed to him, which is why he is only window-dressing.

Who would you want raising your children, Cain or Obama?  Cain or Jesse Jackson? Cain or Maxine Waters? Cain or Charlie Rangel?

DeVega is doing what the Left does best; get media attention.  I love that they do this, because it proves they lack originality. As they accuse more and more black Conservatives of being sellouts, their meme grows more and more tiresome. Did anybody even know who Chauncey DeVega was until his that he wrote that exploitive trash?  I would bet that an overwhelming majority of Conservatives didn’t, and my bet is most Liberals don’t either.

People like DeVega go for the “easy” laugh with their audience.  “I hate George Bush!” {wild laughter and applause}  It honestly takes no talent to do what they do. They wait for the opportunity, like a thief who steals a car with the keys in the ignition. All this for 15 seconds of fame; because they have no real message. In fact what they do is all an attempt to make the story about them.  They are mindless minions possessing no original thoughts of their own.  I find these people like I find most music…boring— 2-5-1 chords sung in 2-part harmony in 2/2 time.

DeVega is likely celebrating the spike on his blog, low-fiving himself for breaking his last blog record. Good for him. But after the hits are gone, he will sit around waiting for the next old tired talking points to come around again, like “the Tea Party is racistt,” or “It’s Bush’s fault.”

It takes a lot of effort to get up every day and present new and fresh ideas. My attitude is if you don’t really have a unique point of view, write nothing.

We all want to be read and to be heard, whether we admit it or not. I don’t fault DeVega for that. But as with all endeavors, you must come of age and do something original. Be relevant or be gone. The occasional gimmick might get you in the spotlight, but it won’t last. The craving for it unfortunately can.

People are saying that neither the NAACP nor have black Liberal leaders stepped up. This is actually a tribute to Herman Cain.  Because the race-baiters realize that there is nothing they need to say to defend Cain.  You defend down, not up. Cain is too much of a man to need defending by the likes of black Liberals, who could only defend up in this case.  Jackson, Sharpton, or the NAACP speaking up on behalf of Cain would be like a five year old girl defending the heavyweight champion of mixed martial arts in a bar fight.

You should know that when I got word of DeVega’s comments, I considered making a statement, more as solidarity to my friend Herman Cain.  Then I thought about it. And I know Herman would have said to me, “Hey Kev, don’t sweat it…I got this!”

That’s my rant!

(c) 2011 Kevin Jackson – The Black Sphere, LLC – All Rights Reserved

Larry explained to me that his ancestry was African, German, and Irish, with the emphasis on African. The stronger African influence is why Larry looks black, but in no way minimizes his other two bloodlines, both of which contribute to him being caramel color and not darker. Nevertheless, even the most intense observer would not readily recognize the German or Irish in him, though it most certainly is there.

As Larry put it, “White Europeans twice decided to hook up with one of his black female ancestors, and voila.”

Change anything about Larry’s ancestry and he ceases to exist. This made me consider the question, “Is part of one’s ethnicity any more or less important to whom you are?” The fact is if Larry has even one drop of another ethnicity, he is part of that ethnicity. If you don’t believe me, add one drop of urine to a glass of water then tell me what you’re drinking.

So unless you can trace your bloodline back to pure royalty, the likelihood is fe-fi-fo fum you’d smell the blood of an Englishman, or Irishman, or something else besides the color you are given. In fact the majority of the people in America are not 100% anything. Yet we are constantly discussing race, particularly Liberals and black Democrats.

Black Democrats proffer solidarity when it benefits the collective, using something as silly as skin color as the binding agent. I have asked many black people to define black for me. The idea that black people behave a certain ‘way’ is patently ridiculous, and insulting as well when you factor in that black unfortunately has a negative connotation.

Regardless, there are constraints that prevent me from renewing my black card.  First and foremost, I’d have to vote Democrat without thinking, which mean that I also must have unwavering love for Obama, who everybody knows is more white than black.

This vexes me. I am constantly having to prove my blackness, and I am 85% black,[1] yet Obama is less than 50% black and has to prove nothing of his “blackness.”[2] Big deal he plays basketball.

I like basketball. Admittedly I am less interested in basketball these days, but that’s mainly because I now live in a city that has no basketball team. I love track and field, especially sprints, a segment dominated by blacks. You’d think that counts for something.

I still love martial arts, though I’m not sure what ethnicity can claim ownership. Martial arts originated in India, though most people credit the Asians. These days there is a huge Brazilian influence. Some have said that martial arts were born in Africa. Just that theory is enough for me to get some credit, isn’t it?

For the sake of discussion, let’s just say that I’m not black, according to “hard core” blacks. My question to them is what’s wrong with acting white?

Though I very much enjoy being black, I have seen how white people live—the rich ones that is—and I love it! If acting white means taking family vacations, or sailing in a yacht along the French Riviera, then color my black behind alabaster and call me Ivory.

Rich white people have the money to pay their bills on time, every time. And they don’t put their electric bills is in their kids’ names.  Rich white people have cars that run, really nice cars too and not hoop-tees, covered by good insurance.  And when a rich white person says he will turn the matter over to his attorney, he really has an attorney to turn the issue over to.

Rich white folks eat out at restaurants with table cloths, and they even invite friends. You’ve seen these white people in movies or maybe know a few. I’d be willing to bet that many more black people would like to act white too. It certainly beats what the Left has convinced America is “the black condition”. Honestly, I’m not sure what the “black condition” is. What I do know is interestingly enough, if you show me the black condition, I can show you many non-blacks living it.

White folks get welfare, enjoy basketball, eat lots of fast food, dress “ghetto,” and do a lot of other things that Liberals consider “acting black.” Black folks can’t have anything apparently, including poverty.

The idea that people identify by color is as imbecilic as rallying behind height or weight. Why not find solidarity based on shoe size, God gave you that too?

I wonder if Liberals, black people, the Aryan Nation, or the Guilters who voted based on racial lines will ever get this? What they don’t seem to understand is there really are no racial lines. When it comes to DNA most racial lines are blurred.

That’s my rant!

[2] He did marry Michelle, and attended a black church.

Being a political junkie, I was interested to get my fix. Yes politics is my drug of choice.

The event was advertised as “A Peaceful Discourse on the Subject of Politics – We welcome differing views.”

I thought to myself,

“Yeah right! And streets named after MLK are the safest streets in America!”

My grandmother didn’t raise no fool! Anything that has to be advertised as “peaceful” has the potential to be violent.

But I am not a punk, so I decided to go, as I felt the ideas they would espouse would be “experimental drugs” and would sate my need for the “hard stuff” — you know, post-election fallout of the shellacking our first half-black president, and the people who support him.

As I prepared to go, I “shot up” on my facts, reviewing Unfounded Loyalty, by Dr. Wayne Perryman, a book that was a revelation on how Blacks have been shafted by Democrats for years.

I reviewed Timelines of African American History, so I wouldn’t get the shakes during the event, and would be properly armed with information on Black Republicans throughout history.

The message coursed through my mind:

Republicans, GOOD – Party of Lincoln, freed the slaves, Civil Rights Acts of 1875, 1960, 1964, started Historically Black Colleges. We WON!

Democrats BAD – Jim Crow laws, poll taxes, high taxes, lynchings, George Wallace, Senator Byrd, KKK, racists. Democrats got what has been long overdue.

My head was spinning; I was tripping, pupils dilated. I was ready to go.

I hid an extra hits, bringing the book 1001 Things Everyone Should Know About African American History, and other stash. That would be enough for me to share with other junkies, should I make a few converts and feel magnanimous. I was willing to share my “stuff.”

Into my cousin’s car I slid, careful to conceal my stash. My sunglasses hid my dilated pupils and glazed over eyeballs. I wondered why we were taking his hoop-t, and not my Acura, but I was in no condition to drive, Man.

Being a Democrat, my cousin would undoubtedly hit me up for gas- a textbook black Democrat ploy. I would be ready!

There it was, only one mile in and the gas light lit up.

“Yo Cuz, spot me twenty, til I see you again? I need to get that petro,” he extorted.

I inwardly chuckle,

“Suckerrrrr! Haha, only $20! I had $50 on me and you left $30 on the table.”

Fully gassed, we headed off to the event.

Left on Russell to Grand. Left on Grand. Two miles…wait a minute, check cashing place, self-serve car wash, liquor store, Chinese restaurant, bail bond, Chinese restaurant, Quik-Trip gas station, liquor store…wait a minute, hmmm…Chinese restaurant, Korean dry cleaner, check cashing place, bail bond, massage parlor [mental note], liquor store, Del Taco, White Castle!

Wait a minute! “This is not the place where we are supposed to be going“, I shout.

It was too late.

We arrive at his destination, where I find other members of my family sitting there, teary eyed, with their letters, notepads and hankerchiefs. There is a guy I don’t know, who says to me,

“Kevin, your family is here because they all love you,”

I glance around the room to see everyone nodding and trying to smile, behind the tears.

The stranger continues,

“Your family members are going to say a few things to you, then you can say a few things, then you are free to go.”

I was at a Black Republican intervention!!!

So my older sister is first to go, and she says to me,

“…Kevin…I’ve watch you for the past 37 years, since you were eight years old, do this to yourself [pause, wipe tear] and I can’t take it anymore. If you insist on being a Black Republican, then I will have no choice but to continue to ask you for money, that I will never repay. And I will continue to show up unannounced at your home, and eat all your food, never bringing a dish. And I will ask you to watch my kids for a minute, only to stay away the entire day, regardless of your plans.  But if you take this gift, and it’s a gift of love, that we are offering you today only…and go to ‘Rehab for Black Republicans’, [intentional run-on sentence, for you purist] and get the help you need, so you will no longer keep asking me for the money back, that you loaned me and instead consider it the gift that it needed to be, though I did ask for a loan, because you have the money, and it wasn’t like you would miss it anyway, and stop being ‘perturbed’ because I won’t stop to buy Cokes on the way to your house for dinner…anyway, take the gift!“, she implored, yes begged of me.

Next was my cousin, then an uncle, and an aunt, putting me in psychedelic haze.

They were ruining my buzz, and I began shouting uncontrollably things like, “reparations, and…Jesse Jackson, and love child, Bill Clinton wears Al Sharpton wigs, US of KKKA, Oprah, socialism, raise my taxes, Madonna loves Bush…” [pardon the double entendre!]

I began speaking in tongues, and with Turrets, saying repeatedly,

“Mattel an’ Mimosa: Tepatated at Bird”

[Translated: Michelle and Amarosa separated at birth].

Then somebody slapped me…

I went to rehab, and toed the line for 32 days.

But they found my copy of Black Puritan, Black Republican: The Life and Thought of Lemuel Haynes, 1753-1833 by John Saillant, and they kicked me out.

I haven’t been clean since.

That’s my rant!

© 2010 Kevin Jackson – The Black Sphere, LLC – All Rights Reserved

Laura Ingraham touched on it recently in an interview with Carly Fiorina, where Ingraham called 2010 “The Year of the Woman” for Republicans. I can’t totally agree with Ingraham on this, because I think this election is much more than the year of the woman. We are in the midst of a Republican Renaissance.

Along with the many Republican women running all around the country in congressional and gubernatorial races, there are 14 remaining black Republicans running for the House (one more if you include the Virgin Islands). There exists the potential to get more black Republicans elected to Congress since Reconstruction.

There are also nine Latinos House candidates, with the strong likelihood of getting at least four of them elected. The one Latino Senate candidate, Marco Rubio is all but assured election to the Senate. Finally, there are two Asians running on the Republican ticket.

In New Mexico, Susana Martinez, the first Hispanic woman to win a major party gubernatorial nomination, is ahead in her race.  In Nevada, Brian Sandoval, a former U.S. District Court judge, leads in that state’s gubernatorial race.

Republicans in recent years bolstered their minority ranks by electing Louisiana’s Bobby Jindal as the first Indian-American governor in 2007, and in 2008 New Orleans’ Anh “Joseph” Cao as the first Vietnamese-American member of Congress.

It must perplex the Democrats that in the post-racial, “all things being equal society” both women and minorities are finding their safe landing zone in the Republican Party!

What should be most disturbing to Democrats is that black Conservative candidates are for the most part not running in gerrymandered districts with heavy black populations. The same is not true for the Democrats, as 37 of the 39 members of the Congressional Black Caucus (CBC) are running in majority black districts.

Despite this very racist trend in the Democrat Party, don’t expect the state-run media to hold Democrats to task.  They have been corralling black people into “black neighborhoods,” then assigning black Democrat politicians to control black people.

The obvious message by Democrats is they will allow black “leaders” to hold dominion over other black people in black neighborhoods, but these black politicians shouldn’t even think about venturing out to white neighborhoods.  This is true of most Latino Democrats as well. If you are a minority, the Democrats expect you to know your place!

And black Democrats certainly do know their place.

The Congressional Black Caucus is actually campaigning against Allen West, the black candidate in Florida. They are actually campaigning for his opponent…a white man! Where is the NAACP to denounce the CBC for not supporting a decorated black military man and great American patriot?

It appears that Colonel Allen West has the right color, but the wrong political party affiliation in order to get either the Congressional Black Caucus to endorse him or the NAACP to cry “racism” against the CBC, all of whom are members of the NAACP!

And don’t expect La Raza to support any of the Republican Latino candidates.

Not getting the full support of the GOP across the board may disappoint a few of these minority and women Conservative candidates; however they are not dismayed.  They support the history of the Republican Party, and know that it will be they who put the GOP back on the path to Constitutional Conservatism.

This Republican Renaissance is a throwback to politics the way the Founding Fathers intended it. Most of these Conservative candidates have entered politics for the first time in their lives, and are not institutional politicians.  Institutional politicians call their seats by name, e.g. Ted Kennedy’s seat, Joe Biden’s old seat, Barack Obama’s senate seat. These candidates know that these are the people’s seats.

This group of black Conservatives have also rejected the party “machine,” opting instead for the support of the grass roots—the people. They don’t owe the Republican Party any favors, nor do they owe any lobbyists or big money PACS.  They are free to legislate without prejudice.

Here’s the wrap:

The Left can attempt to set the narrative that the Republican Party is not supporting these black Congressional candidates due to racism.  Well that’s not the case. The Republican Party didn’t support a lot of candidates, including whites.  It’s mostly just stupid politics by the Republicans, many of whom are just part of the machine. Shame on the Republican Party for not recognizing the importance of electing this new brand of politician, particularly those who could put the Left on their heels.

However there is a much bigger shame by the Left for their very real racist policies of using minority Democrat politicians to keep their assigned minority neighborhoods in check.

Americans understand that the Left is using racism for their nefarious needs, which is simply to make Americans more dependent on government.  This is why so many blacks, Latinos, Asians, and women are entering politics…as Republicans.

The Republican Renaissance will usher in a new era:  Emancipation II – This time Republicans will free everybody!

That’s my rant!

(c) 2010 Kevin Jackson – The Black Sphere, LLC – All Rights Reserved

There is NO more important issue in American politics and the Conservative movement than for the Republican establishment and the public at large to get behind black Conservative candidates.  There were over 32 black Conservative candidates running for Congress—the most since Reconstruction. Talk about a chance to provide a history lesson. From 1865-1876—the period known as Reconstruction—there were over 1500 blacks elected to public office.

Let’s just call 2010 what it is:  The Year of the Black Conservative. It’s time that the Republican establishment understands the importance of what is happening, lest they leave fodder for the Left.  The Left provides a glimpse of their strategy in this NY Time’s article:

But Democrats and other political experts express skepticism about black Republicans’ chances in November. “In 1994 and 2000, there were 24 black G.O.P. nominees,” said Donna Brazile, a Democratic political strategist who ran Al Gore’s presidential campaign and who is black. “And you didn’t see many of them win their elections.”

There was one black Conservative (sort of) winner, and he had to be the loneliest man on Capitol Hill.  For years, the lone ranger of black Conservatives (well, sort of) was JC Watts (R-OK).  Talk about a man without a country.

The Congressional Black (Democrat) Caucus wanted no part of Watts, because even pseudo black Conservatives were not allowed in the Congressional Black Socialist Caucus.  The Republicans offered no real solace, as they did little to provide JC cover.

JC Watts (R-OK)

In 1994 and again in 2000 the Republicans had 24 opportunities to get additional blacks in Congress, and they failed every time. It was only Watts’ notoriety as an Oklahoma football star that encouraged the Republicans to get behind him.  However, since Watts’ exit from politics, there has not been a single black Conservative elected to Congress, not that the Republicans are doing that well with white candidates either.

As Brazille suggests, if the Republicans can’t get a suitable contingent of black Conservatives elected, particularly given their pedigrees, then perhaps the Republicans should be judged harshly on their irresponsibility.

Steele had all the black Conservative candidates to DC a few months back only to report that the RNC was broke. Very few are getting serious Republican support, in a time where Republicans should be yelling, “It’s Reconstruction again up in this biotch!”

Woodrow Wilson, FDR, LBJ and a host of other racist Democrat icons should be rolling over in their graves at the prospect of so many black Conservatives getting elected.  However, they are laughing at the incompetence of Republicans to seize the moment. Carpe diem, damnit!

In the Democrats’ zeal to erase their heinous past on race relations, they elected the real token, when they elected Barack “Articulate and Clean” Obama—obviously Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, and Shirley Chisolm were dirty!

Democrats jumped at the chance to prove how tolerant and non-racial they were, as they voted for “the black dude.” 

Credentials  and character be damned, this dude is BLACK…and if we cheat, he can actually WIN! – anon Democrat

It wasn’t enough that Democrats have 42 black Congressmen who proved their point.  No it wasn’t, and here’s the reason why.  The characters who make up the Congressional Black Caucus, black Democrats all—are “the great unwashed” and an embarrassment to white Democrats…you know, the Democrats who actually run shtuff.  Gasp!  The CBC’s handlers know that they need these black intimidators and extortionists from time to time, so they must continue to care for and feed them.

The Republicans on the other hand actually have competent blacks running, people like Star Parker (CA), Bill Randall (NC), Tim Scott (SC) and many others. Many are not running against black Democrat candidates in gerrymandered districts. For those who are, the Era of Obama has put ALL Democrat districts in play.

So, though the quantity of black Conservative candidates running today may appear hopeful, the issue is no longer how many black Conservative candidates run, but how many win!

Here’s the wrap:

It’s time the Republicans re-establish themselves as the party of Civil Rights. This is a time to teach, reminding America of the Republicans history of Civil Rights, and showcase that record.  People should know that in 1870, the first black elected to either chamber of Congress was Senator Hiram Rhodes Revels (R-MS). Shortly thereafter the first black elected to the House was Joseph Rainey (R-SC). The first black governor occurred during Reconstruction, and his name was P. B. S. Pinchback, a Republican from Louisiana.

Move over Geraldine Ferraro and Sarah Palin, the first black nominee for Vice President of the United States was Frederick Douglass who ran under the Equal Rights Party during Reconstruction.

As Reconstruction ended, it was Democrats who implemented Jim Crow laws and other preventative measures that would slow the political and economic progress of blacks for generations.  That Democrat oppression continues today! They do NOT want to see black Conservatives peeing in the punch bowl.

America has the opportunity to really put racism to bed, and provide Liberals with a true history lesson, and use this most unique time in America’s history to set the record straight. I say to America…STEP THE HELL UP!

That’s my rant!

© 2010 Kevin Jackson – The Black Sphere, LLC – All Rights Reserved

Pa-Pa and Big Mama lived not far from the freeway that ran through small Texas town. They owned a little two bedroom house that could not pass inspection by today’s standards. There were places in the floor of the house where the layers of lanolin had peeled away and the wood floor had rotted away long before, allowing you to see right down to the dirt just below the crawlspace. According to my older brother, this house was a step up from the previous house that had an actual dirt floor.  This was the first house that my great grandparents owned that had indoor plumbing. All the others had outhouses.

My brother and I had been visiting for about a week, when Pa-Pa summoned us.  In his hand he held what looked like chocolate, and he was breaking off a small piece, as he asked, “Have you boys had a bowel movement, since you been here?”

Not knowing what a bowel movement was and figuring it to be a bad thing, I answered proudly that I had not had a bowel movement. I was not admitting to the “mischief” of a bowel movement, figuring such an admission would negate me getting a piece of that chocolate.

Apparently I answered correctly, because just as I had predicted, Pa-Pa broke me off a very small piece of what I figured must have been expensive chocolate. My brother answered that he had had a bowel movement.  HA HA, no chocolate for him!  What a knucklehead he was!

The next day, I was in the garden with the neighbor kids—a boy slightly older than I, and his sister Cookie, a tall, pretty black girl about four years my senior.  I had a small crush on Cookie, so when she invited me to pick vine-ripened tomatoes with her, I was excited.

There we were, Cookie and me, picking deep red tomatoes right off the vine, as sweet as home-grown watermelons, juice squirting us like little water cannons.  Eating vine-ripened tomatoes with my secret older woman crush, and just being a kid.  That was this little black kids definition of heaven at that time.

Then it happened. All of a sudden, I got an overwhelming urge to use the bathroom. But it was like no other “go to the bathroom” urge I had ever felt.  This urge put the urge in urgency! My sphincter was quivering like the pursed lips of a first kiss.

Panicked, I looked at the back door of my great grandparents’ home.  Though only a short distance away, I calculated that it was still too far.  The neighbor’s houses were all in wide public view from all angles, and the only trees to be found provided inadequate cover. Dang it!

No time to think, as there was only one solution.  Run for the back door!!

Quick for my age, I sprinted towards the back door, kicked open the gate, my salvation mere yards beyond that screen door.  I got a few steps into the yard, only feet from pay dirt, when my sphincter relaxed in utter despair.  Bowel began to slowly move down my legs, like lava oozing from a volcano, and for me, just as hot.

The time for running had ended.  I just stood there, not really knowing what to do.  As luck would have it, my older brother and biggest tormentor stood before me.  It was as if he had been stalking me to see when the chocolate would kick in.  He looked at my face, then my crap-covered legs, and with a demonic laugh exclaimed, “How’d you like that chocolate?!”

My great-grandmother ran me a bath, where I sobbed in my own excrement.  I finally realized what a bowel movement was; moreover Ex-Lax is not candy. If only I had not been a pretender!

Here’s the wrap:

Like me, Obama is ruining running this country like an Ex-Lax eating five-year-old, playing in his great grandfather’s garden eating vine-ripened tomatoes with his favorite girl!  You want a lavish vacation to Spain as the rest of the country struggles, no problem!

Meanwhile he keep eating those little chocolates, crapping programs like forced substandard government healthcare on us all. You’re not part of a union, well not for long! Don’t believe in the farces of global climate change, I don’t care, I ate the little chocolates!

Progressive regressive Liberals will be there to put him in a bath of his own excrement, as he sobs at his approval ratings.  But he is not sobbing alone, as I did. Unfortunately America is left to sob with him.

That’s my rant!

© 2010 Kevin Jackson – The Black Sphere, LLC All Rights Reserved

Jim gave a surprised laugh, evident my comment gave him no discomfort.  Nevertheless, the blatant use of the term Cracker these days got me to thinking about Crackers in general. So I decided to perform a quick investigation.

In my investigation, I was surprised at all I had not known about Crackers.  Like the sheer number of crackers out there! So many in fact, that I suggest America is made up of nothing but Crackers.

Even more revealing is that Crackers run the gamut of the color spectrum; yes, Crackers come in all colors! For example, you have your very white Saltine Crackers, which includes all my fish-belly white friends also known as “Gingers.”  Saltines include Scandinavians, Germans, Russians, Slavs, many Brits and even some Spaniards.

Well-tanned whites in America might be considered Ritz Crackers, and it is they who based on looks alone could be confused with Graham Crackers, a group that includes Arabs, Hispanics, and even some blacks.

And though there is distinction between cookies and crackers, that is only for the purist, because there is an Oreo Cracker, which of course is the black Conservative.

As for Cracker origins, you would be hard-pressed to find a pure Cracker. Almost all had some flavoring, and many had nuts and seeds.

I even had kosher Crackers at one of my Jewish friend’s house, so Crackers even cross religious lines. And who could forget the Communion Wafer, which we all know ain’t nothin’ but a Catholic Cracker!

Colleges and urban soirees have Party Crackers, who origins I learned are from Old English Crackers, ironically served at Tea Parties!

Wise Crackers come in all shapes and sizes, and they are not wise at all, but quite irritating.

Firecrackers have a lot of spunk, and are team players. They usually climb the corporate ladder quite quickly.  Firecrackers make people jealous, particularly Union Crackers aka Union Wafers, who conspire to keep firecrackers down.

Town House Crackers are little short guys who live in tree houses. Most of these Crackers are from the Keebler family, and surprisingly accepted by all.

The very wealthy tend to be Club Crackers, but don’t get Club Crackers confused with Crackers who just like to go clubbing. And Crackers who like to go clubbing should not be confused with the LAPD, who again are just Crackers who like to club Rodney King.

Crackers don’t all have to be human, thus we have Animal Crackers!

Bill Clinton would call Hillary a “nut cracker”, and of course there are just nutty Crackers like Rosie O’Donnell, Janeane Garofalo, and poster boy for this list, Mel Gibson.

Needless to say, Americans use the word “cracker” day in and day out, with little outcry from any crackers. Jim Hoft laughed when I called him a Cracker, because Jim can make fun of his crackerness!  He is a tall lanky Midwesterner, who can’t dance—typical for a Saltine.

Here’s the wrap:

Jim doesn’t see white people as “weak and in need of government protection,” because somebody called them a WORD! How silly is that?!

When the news of the cracker comment by the Black Panthers about “killing Cracker babies” broke, there were no committees formed by whites getting together to fight the oppression of the Black Panthers. Instead there were hundreds of Facebook pages started with “cracker” in their name. Many people added “Cracker” as their middle names.  Ted “Cracker” Nugent, Ronald “Cracker” Reagan, and so on. Self-deprecating humor by white people skyrocketed.

Whites took the statement by the Black Panthers as just a “wannabe Cracker” trying to get attention—more funny than threatening. Anybody want to guess what the reaction would have been by blacks, had the situation been opposite? Malik “N-word” Shabazz…NOT!

Now Liberal blacks will say Jim’s reaction is just a testament of this being a Cracker’s world. Moreover as we have learned from Shirley “I’m still really a racist” Sherrod, it’s a rich, white Cracker’s world. I will be called a Cracker Lover, and race sellout, and yes, Oreo Cracker.

Nevermind that the president is half black. Because Liberal blacks constantly ignore that Obama is also half cracker—wheat cracker is my guess.

Whatever kind of Cracker you are, my hope is to one day go back to only caring about the content of the cracker’s character.

That’s my rant!

© 2010 Kevin Jackson – The Black Sphere, LLC All Rights Reserved

The Halfrican Perspective

Having grown up Halfrican—a black mother and a white father—I have a slightly different perspective on race-relations, and the ability to truly see both sides of the issue.  The view from here, I’m sad to say, is not always a pretty one.

In “Dreams from my Father”, Obama writes of making a conscious decision to stop advertising that he is half white.  Coincidentally, at the same age I had an epiphany of my own: that for as much as racism against blacks is decried and the subject of disgust, racism by blacks—both against other races and against their own—is just as widespread and much more culturally accepted.

I remember vividly the day that my best friend, who was Black, came over and found that my family had four different brands of cereal.  She said, only half joking, that “it must be ‘cause yo’ daddy White”.  While I didn’t grasp the insinuation that I had an unfair advantage in life by being part white, I did pick up on the thinly-veiled contempt in her voice.  I understood that she felt that my White half had left the proverbial glass half full, and that hers would forever be fully empty in her own eyes.  That was when I first realized that there would come a time when I would have to decide for myself whether or not I really was black.

The following year, just after my 13^th birthday, my family moved from my diverse hometown and put me in a school where I was one of only a half dozen blacks.  I tried to seek camaraderie with other black students, but it seemed that there was nothing about me that they liked.  From my bubbly personality, to my valley-girl accent, to my eager participation in class served as proof to them that I was “trying to act White”.

Decision time had come: was I Black, or was I White?  My decision was both…and neither. 

Rather than take Obama’s route and abandon one half of my heritage for social benefit, I accepted that  what I am does not define who I am; and I decided to be myself and let the cards fall where they may.

The post-racial America that we were promised when President Precedent was elected hasn’t exactly worked out as planned.  What we have in its place far less resembles the utopian dream of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. than it does the racially tense times during which he gave his famous speech.  Extremist groups like the New Black Panther Party have made the climate in race-politics even more volatile—pitting Black against White, and leaving many wondering where they fit in.

When Black Panthers start yelling about black men having “white, dirty, cracker whores” on their arms during the “Doomsday” of their people, they make it clear that being only half Black makes one a glass half empty as far as they are concerned.  I wonder if it has occurred to them that there are an awful lot of people who were born to those “cracker whores” and their race-traitor Black fathers—our own President among them, his pardon for being half-cracker coming from marrying a Black woman.

There is, however, no wiggle-room allowed when the NBPP declares that the only way to seek racial equality is to kill whites, and white babies.  This kind of hate speech doesn’t get Black people pumped up and ready to sign on. Instead it makes us do a collective eye-roll and wish that people like them weren’t out there giving the rest of us a bad name.  Most Blacks, Halfricans especially, see the danger in extremists claiming to speak for all of “their” people.

The NBPP have given the media a sensational sound-bite of Black racism, and it’s not going to waste.  Groups are springing up like wildfire in response—with names like “Cracker Nation” and “The National Association for the Advancement of Cracker People”—but it’s not self-deprecating humor in which the danger lies.

When the Black Panthers proclaim their group to be the true voice of a people, some people take them seriously in that regard.  The idea of Blacks setting out to kill white babies as a means of achieving power only seeks to reaffirm racists’ belief that the race with the highest rates of unemployment, dropouts, illegitimacy, and abortion are indeed a primitive and inferior race.  Having the First Lady decry the Tea Party as racist while telling Blacks to “increase the intensity” certainly doesn’t help present the race as moderate.  While Blacks cringe at how this makes them look, racists delight at finding a treasure trove of proof that their way of thinking is correct. 

My own life experiences have included many more where I am seen as “not Black enough” than ones where I was discriminated against for being Black.  However, the cycle that the Black Panthers are perpetuating—where racism and threats of violence lead only to more racism and threats of violence—leaves Halfricans like myself dodging racism from both sides. 

Instead of feeling as though I don’t belong anywhere, I see that now more than ever, I belong everywhere.  The duty to point out extremists of all races as just that—extremists—lies on those of us in the middle to show what both sides (or, in this case, races) are really all about.  I can rant with my friends of all colors about the dangers and innate racism of Affirmative Action, while showing an example of someone who chose not to look at their heritage as a racial handicap, and found success on their own.  I can have a “just between our own kind” conversation with Blacks or Whites, reminding that White Supremacist groups nor the NBPP or NAACP speak for but a small minority of people of their race. 

Whether I am seen as half-Black or half-White, this Halfrican knows that my glass is completely full.

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Rachael Williams is a Researcher and Writer for The Black Sphere. Kevin Jackson was a contributor to this article.

From their own website, the NAACP proclaims:

“…From the ballot box to the classroom, the thousands of dedicated workers, organizers, leaders and members who make up the NAACP continue to fight for social justice for all Americans.”

Perhaps we need to check the citizenship of Ken Gladney, the black Conservative who was attacked by the two SEIU thugs.  As Big Government showcased in the press conference by the NAACP in St. Louis. Gladney was mocked by the NAACP spokesperson. The organization that “fights for social justice for all Americans” called Gladney an Uncle Tom. Gladney was ‘right on color, but wrong on politics.’ 

Ironically, one of Gladney’s attackers was white. So it seems that in the NAACP’s Hierarchy of Worth, black Conservatives rate lower than the white thugs who would attack them.

And if that wasn’t enough, there seems to be no outcry from the NAACP when the Black Panther voter intimidation case was thrown out by the InJustice Department.  Apparently protecting the rights of those colored “white” is not in the purview of the NAACP…the group “fighting [sic] for social justice for all Americans.” Does the NAACP condone the belief of the Black Panthers that, “Crackers are about to be ruled by a black man!”?

The little known part of that story was that black GOP election officials were threatened, called “race traitors,” and told that there would be “hell to pay,” when they left the precinct. This injustice didn’t manage to make the NAACP website.

Neither did comments made by newly exonerated NBPP spokesperson, Minister King Samir Shabazz, the very same Black Panther who was intimidating people at the polling precinct in PA, when he said, “You want freedom? You’re gonna have to kill some crackers! You’re gonna have to kill some of their babies,” Perhaps like the NBPP, the NAACP is about the “total destruction of white people.” I think it would be safe to add the black “race traitors” to that list.

More recently we have the NBPP threatening Tea Partiers and getting “ready to rumble.” Rumble over what? The Tea Party movement stands for limited government, fiscal responsibility and accountability. The Tea Party movement is about empowerment. Giving power back to the people. Maybe that’s what the NBPP and the NAACP are afraid of?

Despite not a single piece of evidence, the NAACP sells racism about the Tea Party movement to black people, like bootleg DVDs. Says the NAACP according to this article:

“Tea party supporters also have a distorted view of race relations, the resolution says, citing poll data that found that 25 percent believe that the Obama administration’s policies favor blacks over whites…”

If 25% believe something, doesn’t that mean 75% don’t?! Nevertheless for the NAACP, black people are obviously at the mercy of the 25% of Tea Partiers who actually “believe their lying eyes.” This minority of Tea Party supporters has witnessed Obama’s policy of redistribution, his reparations mentality, and they have the nerve to speak out. Here again, speaking out against policy is now racism as well.

Another black group—the Congressional Black Caucus called the Tea Party movement racist. There were claims by the CBC that they were spat on, and call the N-word. Allegations remain unsubstantiated, though Andrew Breitbart has offered a six-figure bounty for proof. Though that’s a lot of cheddar, Breitbart’s money is safe, I assure you.

Here’s the wrap:

The real truth is these unsubstantiated racist incidents brought forth by the CBC couldn’t draw enough attention the so-called racism of the Tea Party movement.  So the NAACP was needed to step in and hopefully escalate to Defcon Four. It doesn’t matter that there is no proof, because the lie is the proof.

Going against the Tea Party movement is today’s “Bushism.” It’s the cheap comedian joke, and nirvana for Liberal fundraising.

It is unfortunate that a group founded in 1909 by Republicans has degenerated to the level of what the NAACP represents today. They are little more than one of the hierarchical levels of race hustlers, at best a Ponzi scheme for blacks. At worst, the NAACP is simply the new and improved KKK. Their new motto:  Blacker and Badder Than Ever.

That’s my rant!

Kevin Jackson is the author of The BIG Black Lie, and The Black Sphere blog. Kevin appears on Fox News, and his articles appear in American Thinker, Townhall magazine, and other mainly Conservative publications.