Posted by someone named "Lower Manhattanite" Should be read by all.
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Taken a letter at a time, they mean nothing. But place them in the glorious order shown above?...Well, they simply become a soaring symphony of self-determination and a verbal dagger to be plunged into the hearts of the feckless hypocrites who would dare yowl like tiger-claw slashed hyenas at what they so willfully, myopicallly "see" as transgressions from the outspoken across the aisle.
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Sh*t...say it at the right tempo to a tongue-clucking, tut-tutting, offended drama queen on the right and I'll be damned if it doesn't sound as sweet as Mingus, Mozart and the Motown House band rolled into a sonically perfect one.
STFU is the song I wanna belt like a top-of-his-game David Ruffin in '66, when I read, or hear about some shriveled, dead-eyed, old KleagleFrau like O'Beirne even dare to chide folks...and
Black folks in particular when she fires up that remaining working synapse in that racism-charred brain of hers, for deigning to--horrors!..."talk out of turn". Or as she probably says amongst her circle of think-tank Faubuses, "How dare those ungrateful n*ggers call bullsh*t on us at an event we can't control? Why, it's
un-Amurican! Sigh! Remember when cotton was a profit-makin' crop in this country?"
The call has gone out. The Super-Bigot™ signal shines from an alleyway and strikes the low-lying clouds, calling to arms the members of the In- Justice League of America to do what they do best--fume and stomp and rant about how their arch villain--
us folks--have dared "cross the line" of debate and decorum. No real "power" on their part. Just unbridled f*cking indignation like Ben Stiller's "Mr. Furious" superhero character in
Mystery Men. To which we should all brandish the radioactive, green kryptonite that is the words...or rather, the four magic letters forming the phrase that pays...
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These "people" don't get to debate when they go here. Mewling about "inappropriate" language and timing of remarks at the powers-that-be's expense.
No. Not when said powers-that-be ("f*cking-it-all-up" should be the proper suffix) go around gleefully trumpeting at
any event about how they torture non-combatants, suspend the constitution, screw the poor, lie to the public, line their pockets, hold hands with and cut oil deals with backers of terrorism and tear down and hound honest dissenters with government policy. No. I'm afraid not. Those people don't get to even debate--f*ck it, enter the debate hall when they hail the aforementioned bullsh*t.
No. They get a crisp, percussive,
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Their opinions mean nothing...as does the whinnying of any silly, walking (crawling) member of the GOP's would-be coon-tocracy. These culturally and integrity-bankrupt show-poodles of Negritude know better in the pit of their shriveled, icy hearts, though out of fear of not being able to afford the '99 Chardonnay think-tank money can buy, they dare not rock the boat and call their benefactors on their hypocrisy. And so to them I say a very hale and hearty..
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As well...'bruh.. "Race can't afford you no more", said Adolph Caesar's character in "A Soldier's Play". Holds true here, too. Especially when one considers for a moment the triple-thick hypocrisy of somehow chiding the appearance of--lawd ha' mercy,
pointed, challenging language at the final chance for words of and about a person who used "pointed and challenging language" to fight against those who worked against freedom. In-a-f*cking-propriate? Ill-timed? Not-conducive? Read this for a second and tell me something about in-a Goddamn-propriate...
"Every now and then I think about my own death, and I think about my own funeral. And I don't think of it in a morbid sense. Every now and then I ask myself, "What is it that I would want said?" And I leave the word to you this morning....
I'd like somebody to mention that day, that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to give his life serving others. I'd like for somebody to say that day, that Martin Luther King, Jr., tried to love somebody. I want you to say that day, that I tried to be right on the war question. I want you to be able to say that day, that I did try, in my life, to clothe those who were naked. I want you to say, on that day, that I did try, in my life, to visit those who were in prison. I want you to say that I tried to love and serve humanity."That's right, Dr. King, husband of the late Coretta Scott King, who considered her his "right hand", said that was what he wanted at his own funeral. And I doubt seriously that his right hand, Coretta--who knew the Rev. Joseph Lowery for damn near half a century would have a moment's trepidation at a word he said today, seeing her off to that great gettin' up mornin'. Dr. King and his wife, flawed people as they were (and who here is
not?) devoted their lives to the struggle at large. To have the gall, gumption and temerity to deem unseemly an appearance of something in noting her death that shone in nigh every day of her life as we publically knew her, well...that prompts an especially punchy and dismissively hand-waved--
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--in the face of any fool who dares play
that dog-eared and marked so even Stevie Wonder could see, card.
Such worry about
decorum...from people who mocked the dying in NoLa, sing hosannas to eugenics and false dreams of racial superiority via lauding "The Bell Curve", revere food-finders and prayed snipers' bullets would find food-looters in the face of disaster, call for judges to be poisoned, gloating over world leaders' potential death for "sins" against their narrow world-view, egging on terrorists with bellicose "bring it on"-speak, destroy reputations and careers of those who merely disagree--via the use of venomous words hissed in the night, under cover of false anonymity. These are the people now screaming like stuck pigs about sending off a person who spent the vast bulk of her life challenging the wrong, the evil and unjust with language that challenges the
wrong, evil and unjust?
These are the people so offended? So affronted? So shocked that an event like today's would inspire a calling down of the thunder against all this woman fought against?
These gossamer-eared naifs and ingenues?
Well. Let them lean in close to listen to my whisper to their delicate, rice-paper psyches. It's a measured response to their demands and level of dudgeon over the "coarse and inappropriate" language they were subjected to today. Here it comes. Nice and quiet. Simple and sweet and with all the compassion I can muster for so besieged a group.
I'm whispering..
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