There was a new kid in town and his name was Tea Party.  He hadn’t been in town long, and had already starting making a bit of name for himself. Tea Party was not a trouble-maker, but not one who ran from it either.  He noticed how the system worked and decided to change it…from the grassroots up.

Tea Party quickly found a group of believers. People who had been quiet about activities in the town, but who now felt that enough was enough. Politicians were running roughshod over the people. The people felt powerless, that is until Tea Party arrived.

The new kid had gotten the attention of law enforcement early on. The town sheriff, Sheriff Pelosi wanted it clear that the status quo was in effect.  She had waited her whole life to gain control of the town, and she had a license to steal. No newcomer trouble-maker would stop the gravy train, and change things in her town.

She and the new half-black mayor conspired to bring Tea Party down.  The plan was for the mayor to marginalize Tea Party.  If the mayor could convince people that Tea Party was not who he said he was, then maybe that would make it so.  After all, the mayor was very eloquent…and clean. 

But the mayor’s pretty words went mostly unheard. His lips moved, but he said nothing.  The town had high unemployment and was being overrun by illegal immigrant desperados.  The mayor was spending money like Oprah Winfrey’s diet doctor.  He also was an enigma, as people knew little about him. It was even suspected that the mayor was an arsonist, burning down Christian churches. And he was always in re-election mode! 

The sheriff shifted strategy, and began ridiculing all who followed the new kid, calling them fakes and frauds.  Surely if she said it enough, then the people would begin to believe it. They certainly had in the past, when the status quo went unchallenged. 

To the sheriff’s chagrin, Tea Party continued to grow in stature, gathering more followers. His followers would gather for fellowship, praising things like baseball, hot dogs, apple pie, and Ford! They paid homage to Old Glory and the Bible, as they spoke of guns and government accountability. To the sheriff, they were considered heretics.

The sheriff was forced to bring in the community organizers Lewis and Cleaver. They were part of a group of thugs who had the ear of the black community.  Surely they could incite the people to turn against the new kid?

The community organizers accused Tea Party of racism. But Tea Party was multi-racial. His background would not allow the seed of racism to find its purchase.

The sheriff wasn’t buying it. Surely Tea Party had ONE racist in his family tree, and she set out to prove it.  So she brought in the school bully—the NAACP. She chartered the bully to challenge Tea Party to a fight at school.

The NAACP didn’t lose fights. His reputation of whooping ass with the race card was verified. This fight with the Tea Party would be no different.  A few feints, a couple of jabs, then the knockout punch.

The two met in the school yard, and the NAACP tried the same old tired moves. Tea Party flurried with a fury the NAACP had never seen, and NAACP found himself supine, and looking into the eyes of Sheriff Pelosi, asking “What happened?!”, as Pelosi lightly slapped his cheeks.

Here the wrap:

The NAACP did what all pansy, wannabe tough guys do.  He found other weaklings with whom to partner. 

The NAACP cozied up to Media Matters, ThinkProgess, and New Left Media, who were all too willing to add “racism” to their tool kits. The new partnership didn’t add to their gravitas, and have just become a pack of racist, elitist sissies. That’s the way the Left travels—in packs.

This new partnership formed “to monitor the Tea Party movement for racism and extremism!”

So this report says they are seeking videographers and bloggers to employ. I suggest they hire additional Photoshop artists, spin doctors, spitters, and racist sign makers.  These new hires will, “…call on the Tea Party to repudiate extremists among their ranks and join in civil dialogue with all Americans.”

These “spies” will likely be difficult to spot at Tea Parties, as they parade around in their Che t-shirts, and asking questions like, “You can’t really believe America is perfect, can you?”

However, there will be no fairytale or Hollywood ending for the NAACP. Because the NAACP and its new partners don’t have to look far for racism and extremism, and in fact should just check within their ranks.

That’s my rant!

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

In 1997 the Linguistic Society of America passed a resolution calling Ebonics a form of communication that deserves recognition and study. Characterizations of Ebonics as ‘slang,’ ‘mutant,’ ‘lazy,’ ‘defective,’ ‘ungrammatical’ or ‘broken English’ are incorrect and demeaning.

A language formerly considered lazy a few decades ago is now en vogue. To emphasize this, the government hires people too lazy to learn proper English to monitor those too lazy to partake in the American Dream.

In the 1800’s Ebonics was spoken by slaves to keep Massa from knowing what the slaves were doing. Ironically, the re-enslavement of America has slaves repeating history.

For those wondering why Ebonics speakers are needed, it may be that Democrat policies have led to there being more drug use, thus more drug sales, dare I say more drug crimes…in da hood?

Though this article says it’s not just black folks’ phones that are being tapped, conversations intercepted and translated, I’m not so sure. This program will be rolled out in what is described as “the agency’s Southeast Region — which includes Atlanta, Georgia; Washington; New Orleans, Louisiana; Miami, Florida; and the Caribbean…” 

Let’s analyze these areas:

Atlanta, GA – Chocolate City

DC – Chocolate City

New Orleans – Chocolate City

Miami – Caramel Chocolate City

Caribbean – Chocolate Islands

As Jesse Jackson proclaimed while race-baiting the banking crisis, “They are targeting the blacks and browns.”

I’m inclined to agree, as it appears this program has been gerrymandered. In Florida for example, these new agents aren’t being deployed in Naples!

But you can’t possibly think that Eric Holder or Obama wants to really crack down on drugs, ergo crime in black neighborhoods. Two brothas who would not prosecute Black Panthers?!  The HNIC who appointed Van Jones to his Czar network?!  Cracka please!

Neither of these light-skinned, metrosexual brothas would run the risk of losing street cred.

This token gesture—pardon the pun—is just political posturing, and what this administration thinks will be a win win.  Liberal blacks who will never abandon Obama will proclaim that he is cleaning up black neighborhoods, creating jobs, providing opportunities, and so on.

However, if a Republican administration were hiring Ebonics agents, these same blacks would be crying foul, and joined in their chorus by every race-baiting Leftist organization in America.

The lamestream media would report, “Republicans Targeting Blacks with Racist Hiring”!

Here’s the wrap:

Leave it to Democrats to promote the use of a useless language to fight a war that can’t be won with the current strategy, then to attempt to sell the Ebonics as a language.

Ebonics is creative code that takes elements of English, and synthesizes it, so it is not understood by the mainstream. Like Jazz for example, Ebonics is no longer just “black,” but it belongs to all. Ebonics has a sort of poetry to it, as its use of metaphors requires one to think, sometimes deeply.

Given that definition, this administration could use some creative types capable of deeper thought.

Because as it stands now,

“O and his peeps pitchin’ straight game, hella clownin’ America. Can’t nobody fade them chickenheads, cuz they stone wack; tryin’ to git all of America to catch a ride, and laying a bum beef on the Republicans. Ya feel me?!”

Peace out!

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

Manumission allowed a slave to experience freedom, an amazing feeling for somebody who has never had it. The last thing slave-owning Democrats of the time wanted was a bunch of free blacks running around living like free men!

 Like whites, freed slaves, called Freedmen enjoyed freedom.  Slave owners recognized that freed slaves were bad for morale of other slaves, because they represented hope; the possibility of changing one’s status.  What people would want to be slaves, if they tasted freedom, even if only vicariously.  Having freedom so dangerously close might make blacks want to leave the plantation.

That is exactly what happened. Freedmen by their mere presence caused other blacks to get the nerve to escape the confines of the plantation. And why not?  The Revolutionary War slogan was “Give me liberty or give me death!” Could slaves not apply that same slogan to their plight, lest whites appear hypocritical?

Nevertheless, white slave owners relished in their hypocrisy.  And besides the obvious human rights violation of slavery, another reason given for limited manumission was the possibility of freed slaves taking jobs from whites!

 “The more things change, the more they stay the same.” 

Slavery is alive and well today, and it is not limited to blacks or the poor.  Slavery today confines everybody.  Either you are being taken care of by the government—the lazy slave.  Or you work through the end of August to pay your taxes, so the government can redistribute your money—the industrious slave. 

Some might argue that the industrious slave is the most ignorant of the two slaves. No matter, because the government needs both sets of slaves.  They complement one another.

For the lazy slaves who are wards of the government, the government constantly tests what it takes to keep them from wanting to change things, or as LBJ said, “…just enough to quiet them down, not enough to make a difference.” When this slave gets uppity, the government throws a few more dollars at them, and finds the tipping point.

However, when Pelosi and other government gangsters need to shove a piece of unwanted legislation down the throat of taxpaying Americans, the non-working slaves must go to work. The field hands are bused to rallies or other protests, given signs, and asked to create a rancor.  The state-run media covers it as if it’s the real pulse of America—a warning to the industrious slave. It is this type of logic that has Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi (D-CA) believing that welfare is stimulus.

That stimulus is paid for by industrious slaves, whom the government constantly tests their threshold of pain.  Government will say things like, “We need to raise taxes to 70%!” When the industrious slave complains, the government settles on 40%, which is 5% more than the government wanted anyway. 

Here’s the wrap:

We have finally reached the pivotal point in history, where the industrious slaves revolt.  Rabble-rousers on the Right are attempting to escape slavery, and are trying to bring others with them.  It may be working.

Like the white abolitionists of yore, Limbaugh frees slaves by explaining the inside workings of DC.  Beck joins the cause of freedom by educating on the Founding Fathers, the Progressive Movement, and corruption in government that hinders liberty.  There are others, like Levin, Ingraham, Medved, and Hannity, to name a few.

Black Conservatives like Thomas Sowell, Herman Cain, Alan Keyes, Walter Williams, et al lead Americans through education on the disgraceful history of Democrats with respect to blacks, and how those policies have led to government run amuck. These brave black warriors have battle scars from decades of fighting against government re-enslavement.

All of these great Americans, black and white have freed thousands from slavery and have created the current slave revolt.  It is because of all these people that I exist.  I am proud to join the fight. 

Most don’t even realize that slavery has been government sanctioned since the ‘40’s. Make no mistake about it, it is not the intent of government to offer manumission to any modern-day slave. It will take strong resolve to re-emancipate people from the tyranny of government, which is why I call 2010 Emancipation II – This time even the white folks must be freed!

To quote Harriet Tubman, “I freed a thousand slaves. I could have freed a thousand more, if they knew they were slaves.”

That’s my rant!

© 2010 Kevin Jackson – The Black Sphere All Rights Reserved

I read an article on my way into work Friday morning that got me looking at this subject from a different angle. It’s in the current issue of National Review (with Chris Christie on the cover) and it’s called ‘Status Hiatus’ by a writer named Michael Knox Beran. In some ways, this piece is the flip-side to the excellent ‘Ruling Class’ article discussed here several weeks ago. In it, he discusses the historic obsession with ‘status’ and democracies’ effect on it.

The author argues that the anxieties created through status-obsession can leave people feeling divided. Those who are at the top will usually find a way to stay there, while everyone else can only gain some satisfaction by looking down, but inadequacy when looking up.

In feudal days, these distinctions were enforced and immobile — you stayed in whatever class or status you were born into. Whatever anxiety existed was over the fact that you could never change your status, either up or down. The Medieval period, when the Church was the overbearing societal force, took away much of the obsession with status. God and the Church was the only things seen when looking up, and God in this interpretation didn’t care much for the vanities of man, or even man in general. Obedience to God was what mattered. Later, after the Church’s stronghold on society was weakened by secular forces, status again reared its head and became an obsession, but the growing trend toward democracy meant that status was something one could move in or out of. Now the status anxieties concerned whether or not one could successfully move into and maintain a certain level of status, now that such mobility was both possible and desirable.

Those of the upper status tiers had their proclivities to certain status fashions and accoutrements, and once imitated by those of lower ranks, they merely shirked them off. In the 18th Century, the salons of London and Paris were populated by men and women of ornate dress and powdered wigs. Once the bourgeoisie started imitating this look, the upper crust shirked off these styles and started dressing their servants and maids in powdered wigs, remaking the fashion into that of the lower class. The same was true in the 20th Century.

Today, the billionaire hedge-fund manager dines out in jeans and a shirt with the coattails out, while the blue collar man shows up to a party awkwardly dressed in a jacket and tie. The rites and rituals of hierarchy may have changed, but the hierarchy itself still exists. In a status-driven culture, the philanthropy that ensues may be societally beneficial, but it usually reflects the wishes and the tastes of the donor rather than the beneficiary.

He goes on to say that it has always been fashionable to disparage any culture that had its origins in the Dark or Medieval period. Since those days, the institutions that were established in the place of the Church manifested themselves in the civic institutions that we know today, most of which flourished at the local level. Freed from the overbearing bonds of the Church, people once again pursued status and hierarchy, and expressed and devoted a portion of their cultural energy toward the benefit of others.

As we know, the idea of charitable care has largely been usurped by the centralizing impulses of the left, who see themselves as the rightful administrators of the charitable culture. They seek to level the status playing field by taxing it, thereby punishing success and taking away the charitable impulse from the individuals and their civic institutions. By taxing status, they punish it, and they deprive society of the good that status competition produces.

19th century writers saw the connection between a decline in the civic-pastoral culture and the rise of psychopathology and sociopathy, as evidenced in books like “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.” This is where the modern obsession with psychotic behavior and sociopathic personalities really began, the literary works of Conan Doyle and Stevenson ultimately passing the criminal mind torch to the dozens of crime-themed TV shows we know today. The sociopath fascinated us then and now because we see it as a symptom of the larger problem, namely the feeling of estrangement from community.

So while it took me a long time to get there, that is ultimately my point. The growing cultural divisions within our society coupled with the proclivity to turn over more of the giving and charitable impulses that an individual expresses through established connections with his civil society over to a centralized group of elites (unearned, rather than those who are status competitors) results in a feeling of disconnect and disunity that produces the people, stories, and scenes of societal and interpersonal mayhem that we see play out on a daily basis, either in our own lives or in the media.

Winning this war that we’re in is as much about reestablishing the bonds of commonality and of civilized discourse as it is about taking our government back from the statists. Otherwise, our angry, divided culture will become a house divided upon itself, and it will fall. Ushered into its place will be a culture — a foreign culture — that is unified, but not desirable.

Last weekend, a production assistant working on a big car-chase movie in New York was trying to lock up a street (that means diverting or closing sidewalks off to pedestrians either for safety or to protect the shot) when he was intentionally head-butted by a man who was in a hurry to get to a paint store. The head-butt sent the young PA to the hospital (with a possible broken nose) and the man who committed the assault was arrested.

The people in my business were appalled that someone would use physical violence against a young PA, while sticking to their belief that we “have a right to be there.” (There’s a more arrogant version of this attitude in the business known as “cinematic immunity.”)

The story made the news, and in the reports that I read, the media chose to report what happened, then to make the story about how film and television shoots are disruptive to neighborhoods, and how many New Yorkers are just fed up with the constant intrusion and taking over of highly-valued parking spaces. So, you see, there was some justification to the head-butt.

Then on Monday, we had the case of the JetBlue flight attendant. This story was amusing to me for the 30 seconds it took to digest all of the details, but then quickly became the Story of the Week, complete with more information than anyone should care to know about Steven Slater’s (sad that I even know his name) family, his personal life, where he lives, etc. The moronic reporters who can’t think of anything better to do now follow this guy all over town.

What was most disturbing was reading the number of responses by people who considered him to be some kind of hero. I understand the “take this job and shove it” mentality to a point (it used to have a nice anti-authoritarian-in-a-blue-collar-sense ring to it), but if this is what passes for “heroic” then we are in deep, deep trouble.

In both cases, what got lost was the magnitude of the responses to the perceived wrongs. There is also little to no discussion about the general loss of civility in everyday life, to the point where lashing out and either physically attacking someone who stands in the way of someone else in a hurry (as in the head-butt case) or cursing out an entire plane-load of people gets treated as a vicarious fantasy by others who have wanted to lash out in similar ways but just haven’t had the nerve. The story becomes “Yeah! I’ve wanted to do that too!” instead of about the injuries caused by behavior that crosses the line of what should be societally acceptable. These were just two examples that I found from the last week, I’m sure we can all come up with others, as they can be found in the news on any given day. The guy who gunned down a dozen people over perceived racism takes this to a whole other level.

Every time I see stories like this, I think about how further and further divided our society has become, to the point where we’re all bothering and annoying each other to such a degree that physical violence gets treated as a justifiable response to all of this rudeness and under-appreciation of someone else’s daily toils. One person’s incivility gets answered with an even greater level of incivility. Take that! There are those among us who are promoting more and more separateness and segregation through multiculturalism, amnesty, and the introduction of a sharia society, not to mention the current everyone-is-a-racist obsession. “Differentness” and “separateness” has been celebrated to the point where any sort of common culture is unrecognizable. The dumbed-down, celebutard part of the culture has dragged down the language we speak and the manners we use. All of this is leading us to a more primitive form of discourse, where people feel assaulted wherever they go and feel justified in striking back. New York has always been a tough city because a cross section of the world was crammed into one tiny island, and people were forced to somehow make it work. But now these divisions and fissures are deeper and spreading everywhere.

Part II coming…

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

While Americans are complaining about the administration’s plan to control what they can and can’t eat, a record number already depend on the government to provide their food.  According to the latest figures, the number of American households on the Supplemental Nutritional Assistance Program (translation: those receiving food stamps) is up to a record 40.8 million at a cost of over $72 billion a year.

This time last year, that number was 34 million households; and in less than a year the ratio has climbed from 1 in 9 families collecting food stamp benefits to greater than 1 in 8— with an average household of 2.61 people, that means a rise of over 17 million people in one year.  That’s more than the populations of Los Angeles, Chicago, and New York, NY combined.

Factor in the 53 million Americans collecting Social Security benefits at a cost of $675 billion last year—running the Social Security program in the red for the first time in 30 years—and the $676 billion spend on Medicare & Medicaid, and nearly half our budget is spent on entitlement programs.

The crisis, however, doesn’t lie in how many are receiving benefits or even in how many qualify.  Rather, the problem is that the coming economic collapse is completely scripted, and the disproportionate effect in the black community is entirely deliberate.

In 2008, the last year for which the statistics are available, black families were shown to be three times more likely than any other race to collect food stamps.  Blacks currently have an unemployment rate that is 160% of that of whites, which hints toward a cause-effect relationship.  However, the unemployment numbers don’t quite explain the high participation in food stamps benefits.

The official number of unemployed persons is 14.6 million, and even if discouraged workers and the underemployed are included, that number rises only to 29 million.  Essentially what I am saying is that 12 million more people are getting funding than are currently unemployed OR underemployed. When you do the math, there appear to be about 106 million Americans getting SNAP funds, and 44 million of them are newbies!

Interesting statistics when you consider the passage of ObamaCare and Financial Reform, while Democrats itch to pass amnesty and Cap & Trade. Certainly these crises are not a coincidence.

Welcome to Saul Alinsky’s America!

Alinsky’s book Rules for Radicals has served as the blueprint for the dirty politics of the left for nearly half a century.  He wrote of the tremendous power to be harnessed in community organization, and how it could be used to bring about the end of capitalism.  His “rules” warn against over relying on ethics and instead guide that “in war the end justifies almost any means”, and “an organizer must stir up dissatisfaction and discontent”.

The Obama administration and the rest of the Democratic Party have taken these rules to heart, and the war they wage is one against any American who stands in the way of our transition to becoming a European socialist state.

The astronomical amount of Americans dependent upon the government to sustain them serves as evidence that Alinsky tactics are working.  Blacks are encouraged to feel that the disproportionate dependency of our people on the government is a form of reparations.  At the same time, whites are told that the government doesn’t care about them, and that it’s more interested in using an affirmative action approach than to actually fixing the problem.  The people are first pitted against one another and then united against the government; then those in power are given free license to rebuild America in whatever image they see fit.

Many on the right have seen the similarities between the tactics suggested in Rules for Radicals and those used by the Obama administration as far back as the election cycle—such as the tendency to whitewash extremist views in neutral terms like “hope” and “change.”

However, proof positive that Alinsky’s model was being used was provided by Organizing for America, Obama’s permanent campaign group, in January of this year.  While recruiting at an Ohio high school, OFA listed Rules for Radicals as one of their “suggested readings.”

Alinsky’s tactics have already been given a test drive when the Cloward-Piven Strategy was used in New York in the 1960s.  Richard Cloward and Frances Fox Piven expanded upon Alinsky’s rules and provided an actual strategy for community organizers: overwhelming the welfare system.  They used race riots and other crises to spur populist feelings of entitlement, and in less than a decade they more than doubled the amount of single-parent households on welfare from 4.3 million to 10.8 million.

Obama has everything possible at his disposal for this plan to work on a national scale.  He’s admittedly spent his life working as a community organizer to help corrupt groups like SEIU and ACORN.  The mainstream media is dedicated to him like a battered wife, continuing to worship him and sing praises of his policies while their ratings nose-dive as a result.

Militant minority groups like La Raza and the NBPP threaten violence as retaliation for perceived injustices—and just as Alinsky predicted, the cowards and panderers in DC are eager to throw more entitlements at them to keep the peace.

There’s just one problem:  The Right sees it coming.  Americans see how the entitlement-based government model turned out for Europe and Americans don’t want it.  The Alinsky plan depends on keeping Americans angry and ignorant, and all the Democrats are getting in return is a double serving of the former.  Voter turnout this year is expected to be dominated by those who want a return to the free-market based small government that Rules for Radicals was supposed to help destroy.

The left better enjoy the statistics on government dependency while they can.  Because when we take America back this November and begin to revive the economy, the politicians who used Alinsky tactics against us will find themselves being force-fed a generous slice of humble pie.

When will black folks figure out that the Obamas are frauds, living the American dream, a dream for them built on the false premise of racism in America?  The Obamas must truly know that they have black Democrats in check, when you consider the amount of money Michelle is spending in Spain, and the state of the black condition in America. Or maybe black Democrats are cool with it all, because they aren’t footing the bill—that will be left to “working Americans!”

While America eats cake, Michelle gallivants through Spain with Sasha,one of her daughters, as if they are African royalty—by way of Hawaii, of course.

But don’t expect any outcry from the black Democrat community. Obama will continue to poll high amongst “silly Negros,” most giving him a pass, saying things like, “Bush took vacations, too!”

Bush did vacation. But he didn’t do it during financial freefall!  I suspect that had Obama been president when the World Trade Center was bombed, he would likely have planned a vacation! No, even Bush would not have been THAT stupid!

As for the jaunt to Spain by Michelle, Michelle’s staunchest supporters—black Democrats—do get to live vicariously through her and Sasha, and that’s all they care about.

“Ooo Girl, look at where Michelle and Sasha get to stay, and look at where they goin’ shoppin’ Girl! I just LOVE our ‘All things BLACK’ First Lady!”

Nobody seems to be questioning the TIMING of this trip?  During her husband’s 49^th birthday? Is there trouble in Black Camelot?  Barack spends his birthday with Oprah?! It’s not like they didn’t know the day was coming.  I say there is trouble in paradise, and somebody should check out that story!

When you consider that MSNBC’s OlberGeek and Chrissy Matthews are beginning to say not so nice things about His Light-Tanness, then you know there is blood in the water. Despite appearances, I suggest the economy isn’t the only duty Barack is mishandling! I’m just sayin’!

Spain remains an ironic choice too. After all, the State Department had Spain listed as a racist country, because two black Americans were detained a year or so ago.  Apparently detaining blacks makes a country racist in the Obama administration.  My curiosity is where they found two blacks living under Obama who could afford to go to Spain!

No harm, no foul.  Spain is now a former racist country!  The State Department lifted that racist designation just in time for Michelle to practice that Spanish her husband recommended all Americans learn.  Barack is a visionary.

I’m just happy that the racism issue was resolved, so our chief export won’t be race-baiting.  I’m sure that now that Spain has been cleared of racism, Michelle’s diplomatic mission (*wink*) is to implement a new diversity program for Spain.

To do so Michelle is joined by 33 members of the NAACP and the New Black Panthers, as a show of solidarity for Spain, and flanked by an all-white detachment of the Secret Service. Black Power:  Under white supervision.

Here’s the wrap:

Can you imagine the outcry had Laura Bush or [insert white First Lady here] tried anything remotely close to this? There would have been riots in black neighborhoods all over the country. The media would have been furious.

“How could she?!  The NERVE!  In this day of financial turmoil in America, the racist Republican First Lady vacations in Cleveland…at her mother’s funeral!”

If nothing else, it’s in poor taste for the Obamas to spend taxpayer money so blatantly, and for what?  The White House said this was a “personal” trip, so the $500-2500 hotel rooms were paid out of the Obamas personal money. What about the 70 plus Secret Service, and Air Force One? Or did they fly commercial? Socialist please!

A black man who after the Democrat convention in 2000 had to borrow money for cab fare back home now sends his wife and child on vacation in Spain.

How’s that for pursuit of that racist American dream!

That’s my rant!

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

The thing that impressed me about the watch was it had the “weight” of a real Tag.  It didn’t feel like the lightweight replicas I had seen in Mexico, China, and Africa. And the best part?  My fake Tag cost me $7!

My fake Tag was made of a high gloss “white gold” electroplate—ok stainless steel—with a sea blue oyster shell face, and it had a curved bezel. The contrast between the high-gloss steel and the blue face made my fake Tag extremely eye-catching; the contrast gave it a regal appearance.

My fake Tag had all the Tag markings on the back. I wore the watch everywhere and received numerous compliments, and I was so confident about my fake Tag, that occasionally I would allow questioners to inspect it first-hand.  I was proud of my fake Tag.

Many times I wondered how could anybody manufacture even a fake Tag, then sell them for retail on the streets for $7?! This meant manufacturing costs were less than $1. It was a working watch, for goodness sake. It didn’t keep atomic time, but I never lost more than five minutes a day.

Timekeeping notwithstanding, people would see my fake Tag, and say things like, “I didn’t know Tag made anything except diving watches.  That is an exquisite Tag! Where did you get it?”

“Oh this old thing,” I would deflect to keep from lying outright!

“Diving,” I thought!  I didn’t dare get my fake Tag near anything moist, for that would mean certain death of my fake Tag. In rainstorms, I took off my fake Tag, placing it in the driest thing available.  If I were in a high humidity climate, I kept fake Tag with a demoisturizer packet.

I treated fake tag better than I did my real Tag, which was a Tag for diving.

Though one day a few months later life began as normal, it would not be.  I performed my normal ritual of getting ready, but as I reach for fake Tag, I found my fake Tag lifeless!

“Not for long,” I said aloud.

So, I rerouted a few errands that day so I could visit one of those watch repair kiosk at the mall, so that I could have them breathe life back into fake Tag. I had gotten accustomed to the look of fake Tag on my wrist. Without it, I felt naked.

I approached fake Tag’s potential life-giver with mixed emotions.  Would fake Tag be good enough to fool a person I would deem an expert?  Would the sales clerk unknowingly compliment me as others had on my fake Tag? Or would he “out” me as a pretentious sellout for having purchased what I knew was not the real thing?

I laid fake Tag on the countertop, and the young salesperson said, “Wow, nice Tag! You’re gonna want our best battery for this!”

I said, “Well how much is the best battery?”

The salesman said, “$24. But you wouldn’t want to skimp on a Tag, or you could ruin the inner workings!”

Now I had a dilemma.

“Just out of curiosity, how much is the non-Tag battery for a Tag,” I inquired?

The salesperson said, “$3. But again, you could ruin a Tag if you…because Chinese batteries are…blah blah blah.”

I didn’t even hear the rest of his education on fine watches and cheap batteries.  Circling through my mind was the fact that I had a $7 watch that I wanted people to believe was a $2500 watch, and putting a battery in it that was costing me more three times more than the cost of fake watch!

Here’s the wrap:

Liberal America in electing Obama bought a fake Tag. And the batteries have run down in less than a year. Obama may still look good, but he’s running through batteries, like Tiger does mistresses, except Obama’s batteries are his radical agenda.

The Liberals feel trapped, because they simply can’t admit that they have bought fake Tags, and maintenance of their fake cost more than the fake himself!

As for that battery salesman. I suspect he knew my Tag was a fake.  Why not take advantage of somebody who wanted a poser? I was ripe for the picking.

The moral to the story:  Don’t settle for the fake, as it will cost you a lot more in the end!

That’s my rant!

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

I feel strangely and excitedly enlightened today, and it was the NAACP who has shown me that light! What an exciting time white folk live in! Just when I thought that all hope of being gloriously guilt free in their racism had been squashed by such things as decency and common sense, the NAACP has shown us how. Yes, you too can be free from the shackles of political correctness, free to be as racist as you want to be.  All you must do is declare that you are a Democrat!

As a Democrat, you now have carte blanche to say whatever messed up, incoherent, dismissive, and racist comment you can mutter; and you don’t even have to say you were drunk, Mel Gibson!

Imagine being an entrenched member of the KKK, using that association proudly to get elected to the Senate, where you get to bring that ideology, unchallenged!  Filibuster the Civil Rights act? No problem, just apologize, say that you did what you did for political expediency. And when you die, expects a hero’s burial, and even those you oppressed will be there to say nice things about you. You’re a Democrat silly—no harm no foul. Ahhh, the freedom!

If you have the temerity to simply not be racist, to take people of all colours and sexes as they are, based on the content of their character, well then you are quite simply a racist moron, bucking for punishment. Declare quickly, “I’m a Democrat!” Poof…all is forgiven.

If you don’t care what color someone is when you agree with them or disagree with them, you reek of racism! For shame! Protest Big Government at Tea Parties, now you have crossed the line, and are an obvious glutton for punishment.  Big Government was set up for people of color, and you want to take their handouts away from them. Racist! Stop being a putz and start thinking like a Democrat!

Why give non-whites the hope of the Constitution, when there is the “hope on steroids” available for free and from a black man. Reparations for all, even those who can’t spell slavery.  See how easy this is!

Since the current administration is presided over by a half black man, being a Democrat is more chic than ever, actually quite the Democrat accessory.  But don’t stop there with just racist white guilt!  Discuss openly your hatred of the military, kick military recruiters off your Ivy League campus, say you want to destroy capitalism and regulate Big “Insert Industry Here,” and you get extra cool points! You might even get to be a Supreme Court justice! If you happen to be androgynous, all the better, especially if you lean Lesbian.

But you want to really curry favor?!  Here’s what you do.  Praise Barack Obama for being light-skinned and not having a “Negro dialect,” and your dance card is full! Bonus if it leaks out on national TV! 

Don’t consider your political career dead, because the Progressive troops will rally around you.

NAACP Senior Vice President for Advocacy Hilary Shelton will say of you to Fox news and blog on the NAACP site that your comments are

“awkward but not inherently offensive”–that “[sic] you are someone who has always scored an ‘A’ on the NAACP’s legislative report card.”

Look at that, you will be given an A! That’s better than a B+! And certainly better than the F you would have gotten if you were a Republican!

Get appointed as a Democrat Senator and that’s an appointment for life, yes better than being on the Supreme Court!

Again I sense that you want to shoot for higher, don’t you?! You over-achiever! Ok, here’s how you do it. 

Praise Barack Obama for being,

“…the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean,” and well you might just get to be Vice-President!

Implying that black people are dirty when you are Democrat…hey everybody gets dirty, right! Don’t sweat black people, because as a Senior VP of SEIU said,

“We have the blacks in check.” 

Just in case however, to seal the deal for VP, just demean Pakistani people saying only they can go in a 7-Eleven, and remember to say something stupid during one of those crises of the mouth your boss man is prone to have and you’re golden.

The NAACP has lots of free passes for Democrats.  Any record of racism can be expunged, if you’re a Democrat.  You now have permission to be a cross-burning, business-hating, military-bashing, pedophile-loving, patriot-detesting, racist elitist!  And the NAACP is on a membership drive. But stay away from Tea Parties.