30 Dec 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

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