The republican party is usually good for a laugh as it tries to reconcile its normal racial politics with race itself, particularly as it pertains to the very few not-crazy prominent black conservatives - like Clarence Thomas, for example – and especially when one of them does something stupid and is called out for it. That’s why it was so funny today to see the comments made by deranged she-Satan, Ann Colter, talking about presidential candidate, (ack…gag…coff, coff…ack), Herman Cain. So much of her incendiary political napalm is subtly racial that when she is trying to defend one of her precious and few black comrades that are being attacked in the media it still comes out like she’s telling "nigger" jokes in a 1950’s southern sorority house.
She was on Sean Hannity’s show on Faux News last night and ran this little bit of brain-dead racism at Sean who, typically, was too dull to catch it: “our blacks are so much better than their blacks” because “you have fought against probably your family, probably your neighbors… that’s why we have very impressive blacks.” Whoaaa sister…sounds like you’re being a little possessive there, don’t you think. I’d be willing to bet that Herman isn’t likely to respond well to having a skanky, no-ass white princess like you calling him one of “our blacks”. They’s good workers though, ain’t they Ann? Sounds like you come out the back of the plantation house and want Herman to hitch up the wagon so you can show him off to the neighbors.
The hilariously repugnant comments were repeated later as she apparently still feels that any publicity is good publicity and may actually believe she is doing some good, defending a republican candidate for president in her usual half-crazed pit bull bitch way while dissing Obama in the same breath for not having American slave ancestors. Whew…that is a sure way to make the republican tent bigger and more inviting to minority voters Ann, and I think you should just keep on jabbering this same incredibly ignorant rant as often as possibly in inner cities across the land.
While the mainstream press and other members of the media have gotten themselves all worked into a lather over Cain’s bad dirty jokes and creepy innuendo, the public is stifling a yawn. Why? Well raise your hand if you’re surprised that a politician turns out to be a hypocrite, particularly as it pertains to their behavior when the cameras aren’t running. Hell, Newt probably puts on a thong and does muscle poses for Callista and who among us wants to know anything about that?
Being sexually twisted is certainly not limited to republicans or African Americans or any other category of politician. There seems to be a picture of someone’s dick under every rock. Sexual scandal has become so commonplace – my guess is that, aside from a psychotic hyper-religious fringe element, no one cares. Or we just chalk it up to a sort of “new normal” in aberrant behavior and move on to the next thing. On the other hand, the ordinary racism underlying so much of the modern republican party rhetoric is a more serious thing in a country becoming less white every day.
Double electrified fences guarding the Mexican border is only a ridiculously blatant example of what passes for “ideas” coming from republican candidates for dealing with race-tinged issues. It’s a casual country club racism in many cases; “We love the way Juan takes care of the grounds…” – or it can be the rabid, frothing overt variety inherent in much of the vitriol coming from the most extreme elements of the tea party. But when it becomes clear that a party is systematically trying to disenfranchise voters of color who might well favor a president of color with borderline unconstitutional manipulation of access to the voting booth, the fundamental racism is revealed. Bony-assed Ann Colter is just enough of a publicity hound that she doesn’t care about this reveal if it sells a few more volumes of her toxic screed. Huzzah! I say make her the key note speaker at the republican convention to high light the nomination. At the moment it looks as if it will be either the country club version in Mitt Robbery, (“Are you nuts? You can’t have a wet back mowing my lawn, fer chrissake! I’m an important politician!”) or the southern red-neck version in Rick “Hey Fernando; come on and bus my table now, hurry up…” Perry. Either way it will be the leading lights of the party intelligencia – like Ann & Sean and Glen Beck – rolling out the red carpet leading to the podium and that’s a beautiful thing.
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