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Dec 29, 2008

Magic: You've gotta Believe it to See it

If you are not willing to accept that the Republican Party is privately racist...

then stroll down the streets of our cities and observe what eight years of Republican rule have done for the lives of people of color... who are likely getting their insufficient paychecks from white Republican bosses.

It isn't relevant or enlightening to have a white Republican pretend he is Al Sharpton and complaining that our President-Elect is not "authentically black".

Authentic blackness is a racist concept.

If you are going to introduce "Authenticity "
~ ((Genuineness; the quality of being genuine or not corrupted from the original.))

into someone's skin color...

it is definitely not funny.



"Barack the Magic Negro lives in D.C.
The L.A. Times, they called him that
'Cause he's not authentic like me.

Yeah, the guy from the L.A. paper
Said he makes guilty whites feel good
They'll vote for him, and not for me
'Cause he's not from the hood.

See, real black men, like Snoop Dog,
Or me, or Farrakhan
Have talked the talk, and walked the walk.
Not come in late and won!

Refrain:
Oh, Barack the Magic Negro, lives in D.C.
The L.A. Times, they called him that
'Cause he's black, but not authentically.

(repeat Refrain)

Some say Barack's "articulate"
And bright and new and "clean"
The media sure loves this guy,
A white interloper's dream!

But, when you vote for president,
Watch out, and don't be fooled!
Don't vote the Magic Negro in
’Cause I won’t have nothing after all these years of sacrifice
And I won’t get justice. This is about justice. This isn’t about me, it’s about justice.
It’s about buffet. I don’t have no buffet and there won’t be any church contributions,
And there’ll be no cash in the collection plate.
There ain’t gonna be no cash money, no walkin’ around money, no phoning money.
Now, Barack going to come in here and …….."


I will bet the farm that if you think there is any humor in that parody,

you also don't care that we have killed over one million men, women and children in Iraq for the past six years.

Or that one in four of every person incarcerated on planet Earth is an American.

Or that Bush stole two elections and is a war criminal.

The only reason I even know this piece or crap song exists is that some racist is trying to rule the R.N.C. and used it as propaganda to rally a dead party to his side.

R.I.P. Republikkkans

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

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A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
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Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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