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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Dec 29, 2008
Dec 27, 2008
Here comes the Sun!
this is the
Beginning of an end for Winter Solstice
while Bush still burns and Obama surfs divine waves
I dream of my lost libido
Found... sitting on a bureau in the hallway of a lady,
in a clear glass vial.
i pick it up
recognizing it with a smile
even though I had never seen it before.
Knowing it was there empowered me with blissful confidence
that i shared with the friends and strangers surrounding me
in a growing crescendo of pleasure
that only ended when I awoke
in the early morning,
alone.
Beginning of an end for Winter Solstice
while Bush still burns and Obama surfs divine waves
I dream of my lost libido
Found... sitting on a bureau in the hallway of a lady,
in a clear glass vial.
i pick it up
recognizing it with a smile
even though I had never seen it before.
Knowing it was there empowered me with blissful confidence
that i shared with the friends and strangers surrounding me
in a growing crescendo of pleasure
that only ended when I awoke
in the early morning,
alone.
Languages cause shift of meaning
There are truths that can be spoken in every language on Earth. Some are not easily translated into the English language. Sometimes the translations are affected by geographical locations. Some need to be sung, not simply written or spoken.
http://www.history.navy.mil/faqs/faq61-4.htm
Marine Corps Hymn in "original" English, "Translated from the Dine' " English, and then the language of the Dine'
"
http://www.history.navy.mil/faqs/faq61-4.htm
Marine Corps Hymn in "original" English, "Translated from the Dine' " English, and then the language of the Dine'
"
From the Halls of Montezuma We have conquered our enemies Nin hokeh bi-kheh a-na-ih-la
To the Shores of Tripoli; All over the world Ta-al-tso-go na-he-seel-kai
We fight our country's battles On land and on sea Nih-bi-kah-gi do tah kah-gi
In the air, on land and sea; Everywhere we fight Ta-al-tso-go en-da-de-pah
First to fight for right and freedom True and loyal to our duty Tsi-di-da-an-ne ne-tay-yah
And to keep our honor clean; We are know by that Ay be nihe hozeen
We are proud to claim the title United States Marines Washindon be Akalh Bi-kosi-la
of United States Marine. To be one is a great thing. Ji-lengo ba-hozhon
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze Our flag waves Ni-he da-na-ah-taj ihla
From dawn to setting sun; From dawn to setting sun. Yel khol-go e-e-ah
We have fought in ev'ry clime and place We have fought every place Day-ne tal-al-tso go enta-she-jah
Where we could take a gun; where we could take a gun Tal-tso-go entas-se-pah
In the snow of far-off Northern lands From northern lands Ha-kaz dineh-ih be-hay-jah
And in sunny tropic scenes; To southern tropic scenes, Ado ta aokhek-ash-shen
You will find us always on the job-- We are known to be tireless Do ni-din-da-hi ol-yeh
The United States Marines. The United States Marines Washindon be Akalh-bi Khos "
Here's health to you and to our Corps May we live in peace hereafter Hozo-go nay-yeltay to
Which we are proud to serve We have conquered all our foes, A-na-oh bi-keh de-dlihn
In many a strife we've fought for life No force in the world we cannot conquer, Ni-hi-keh di-dlini ta-etin
And never lost our nerve; We know of no fear Yeh-wol-ye hi-he a-din
If the Army and the Navy If the Army and the Navy Sila-go-tsoi do chah-lakai
Ever look on Heaven's scenes; Ever look on Heaven's scenes, Ya-ansh-go das dez e e
They will find the streets are guarded United States Marines will be Washindon be Akalh-bi Kosi la
By United States Marines there Living in peace. Hozo-g-kay-ha-tehn
(Translated by Jimmy King)
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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.
Who’s influence weens us?
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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