At the release party for the documentary “Holler Back,” I found myself talking to J.P., a talented graphic artist who donated one of his pieces for the silent auction [http://www.edgedeep.luckbat.com], who happens to be black. He said now that Obama was going to be President, it was important to hold him accountable for the promises he made during his campaign. I was like, “Right on, brother!” and he was like, “Stop talking like you’re black just because you’re with a black man, jackass.” I changed my poser language and responded a little more white, “I agree with you, friend. And may I say this ‘hip-hop’ music you kids are listening to is really quite energetic!”
What J.P. was saying is that, while inspiring, Obama is first and foremost our Commander in Chief and if he doesn’t follow-through with his word, he will be considered first and foremost one more lying politician; he will not be allowed to breeze through eight years in the White House based on the color of his skin without voices in opposition from the black community who value country over color. A girl with us, who also happened to be black, said in opposition, “Why should he be the first to be held accountable?” a commentary on the seeming historical lack of accountability in our political system. I said, “It’s got to start today” and when J.P. nodded his approval, I felt like giving him a “terrorist fist-bump” but thought better of it and even pulled my pants up from their dangling around my knees position and cinched my belt a few notches tighter.
Yes, it is inspiring that with the history of our beloved country, one that contains the black mark (pun intended) of slavery, that a black man was elected President. I think I will shit myself when a Native American becomes President and completes the cycle of electing to the highest office people we have screwed royally, thus allowing us to erase from our school textbooks any mention of slavery or atrocities committed to Native Americans. There was a proposed bill in Congress called the “We Gave Them The Damn Casinos So Let’s Forget We Stole, Killed And Lied To Them Bill.” It didn’t pass by a small margin and that was only because Barney Frank and a few others had a problem with the word “Damn” but not with running a house of gay prostitution.
Besides electing Obama because his nomination represented an America that was ready to cut her ties with a racist past, there was an overall sentiment of people wanting something different than a foreign policy of preemptive wars and an economy that swirls down the crapper faster than last-nights gumbo. This is not even addressing the New World Order Scum’s (NWOS) bigger plans and voting manipulation.
One of my friends commenting on what she felt was my “negative” attitude after the election was like, “Can’t you just accept this as a time for celebrating?” And I was like, “Sure, take your time to celebrate the positive but, as far as I’m concerned, being drunk on words and promises of a politician is just as unconsciousness as getting drunk from a bottle.”
No one questions–even his detractors–that Obama is a powerful speaker. But when I see people losing their heads shouting the mantra, “YES WE CAN!” I find it almost as ridiculous as sitting in a yoga class and hearing white people chant with a serious face praise to Hindu gods. A leader that can inspire can be useful and lead us to positive action. He can also lead us to mindless support of shitty policy, stimulating our emotions like a playful hand on our testicles, helping us forget that we’re being bent over a table and getting fucked in the ass.
So after the election, I received a couple of email forwards that contained “famous” people sharing emotional nonsense from people passing it on with a fervor, which only confirmed to me that reason had gotten lost in the emotional tides, which is Rule #1 from the How To Manipulate The Masses While Getting Blown By A Gay Male Prostitute Handbook written by 503 anonymous members of Congress. It was reminiscent of when someone sent me a political commentary email from the author of “The Vagina Monologues” that was not only useless but poorly written–the only reason it was being circulated because she wrote a play about pussy.
The first excerpts come from Alice Walker, author of “The Color Purple.” I think she wrote other stuff but unless Oprah either makes it her pick of the month or stars in a screen version, I don’t pay much attention.
November 5, 2008
Dear Brother Obama,
Alice Walker seems to imply her letter is about union but to me her letter is more about separatism and I wonder when she opens with ”Dear Brother” whether that is based solely on the color of the man’s skin or the heart within. I’m not one to cry “terrorist fist bump” at a man lovingly fisting his wife but this start rings a bit too “black” even for my nappy head.
“…seeing you deliver the torch so many others before you carried, year after year, decade after decade, century after century, only to be struck down before igniting the flame of justice and of law, is almost more than the heart can bear.”
This is very poetic and as a wordsmith myself, I can appreciate the imagery. But let’s get real here, there were many white Presidents who had “justice and law” on their minds and there have been many black men who have sold out their black African descended brothers and sisters when the flag of green was waved in their face, or rather, put into their pockets; a black man in the White House doesn’t guarantee or even indicate “justice and law” by any stretch of the imagination.
…We knew, through all the generations, that you were with us, in us, the best of the spirit of Africa and of the Americas. Knowing this, that you would actually appear, someday, was part of our strength.
Scarily messianic for me.
Seeing you take your rightful place, based solely on your wisdom, stamina and character, is a balm for the weary warriors of hope, previously only sung about.
Wisdom is based on experience and many have argued that Obama doesn’t have the ”wisdom” of politics, that he might have some “knowledge,” but knowledge is something different than wisdom, something a wordsmith like Alice Walker should know and be clear about in her own writing.
Now let’s take a reality check for a second. Obama agreed with McCain NOT to accept public campaign financing (donations) and once he saw how profitable this was for him, he completely went against his word and never discussed the issue again–even when directly asked about it at the last Presidential debate. This tells me something about his “character,” namely to bring up a phrase translated from Jean Paul Sartre and popularized by another past black leader, Malcom X, whose opinions I may have at times disagreed with but whose integrity I more strongly believe in than Obama’s: “By any means necessary.” He was involved with a shady real estate deal which everyone knows to be majorly suspect. And he was elected more based on emotional franticia than on “wisdom, stamina and character.” There were tons of people wearing Obama buttons that if you asked them, “Name one policy of Obama’s that you like?” wouldn’t have a clue how to answer.
On the surface, if I didn’t understand the game to be a stage play, I would say it was a no-brainer: McCain was an old and dying robot who picked a loser to run with him for political reasons and not with the best interests of the country in mind and Obama was an inspiring younger, well-spoken charmer who seemed to offer something different than “4 more years of the last 8-years.” But it is a stage play.
I would advise you to remember that you did not create the disaster that the world is experiencing, and you alone are not responsible for bringing the world back to balance.
She “advises” him to “remember” that the shitty situation we find ourselves in is not his fault. Maybe she should remind him that the votes he made–and didn’t make–as a member of the legislature does make him “…either part of the solution or part of the problem,” to quote 1968 Presidential candidate for the Peace and Freedom Party as well as prominent Black Panther, Eldridge Cleaver. It is the typical political gamery, whether played by a pundit or a poet, that says, “Everything is to blame on the other and any innovative ideas or positive changes are yours and yours alone.” This line of hers is written for the American people and not Obama, not for “inspiration” but “manipulation.”
A primary responsibility that you do have, however, is to cultivate happiness in your own life. To make a schedule that permits sufficient time of rest and play with your gorgeous wife and lovely daughters.
Author turned psychiatrist to a man who didn’t even lie down on her couch for fear of being touched inappropriately. If you are going to play psychiatrist, do what they do and just prescribe drugs and don’t pretend you actually care to make your patient self-dependent. And calling his wife “gorgeous” is shallow. Personally, I would fuck McCain’s old, rich wife before I would fuck Obama’s.
…We are used to seeing men in the White House soon become juiceless and as white-haired as the building; we notice their wives and children looking strained and stressed. They soon have smiles so lacking in joy that they remind us of scissors.
Here is where we leave the realm of personal opinion and go into “Imaginationland,” applying words to fit an image but not anything resembling reality. I’m asking you, the two readers who have gotten past the title and glancing down at this piece and saying to yourself, “A bit too long for me”–have you EVER seen any President’s wife or children looking strained or stressed–ever? George Jr.’s girls were boozing it up while bombs were being dropped on Afghanistan, Iraq, torture was made into law, people started to wipe their butts with Federal Reserve Notes because they were worth less than toilet paper and their father’s approval rating hit single digits.
The ONLY time I saw anyone MILDLY looking “strained” was Hillary right after it became public knowledge that Bill jizzed on Monica Lewinsky’s blue dress, an item that I fought tooth and nail to acquire through eBay but $10,000 was all I could spend without thinking, “For this kind of money I could probably jiz on her dress myself!” This is just emotional nonsense and lies. While “men in the White House soon become juiceless and as white-haired as the building” was nice use of imagery, more than give me a mild stir in my penis that made me think, “Maybe I’m not impotent after all,” it just showed me that Alice Walker is in love with her own words–probably more even than she is in love with Barack Obama.
I must say that I LOVE the “smiles reminding us of scissors” bit and think anyone who can interpret what this means should win a Nobel Prize (hey, if you can give a fraud like Al Gore the prize…)
Despite later in the letter sinking to the depths of cheesily referring to both her mother’s Bible and the Dalai Lama, she does write a few things as “gorgeous” as Michelle Obama:
…it is not yet clear to them [the people] that success is truly an inside job. That it is within the reach of almost everyone…We must learn actually not to have enemies, but only confused adversaries who are ourselves in disguise…There must be no more crushing of whole communities, no more torture, no more dehumanizing as a means of ruling a people’s spirit…Because, finally, it is the soul that must be preserved, if one is to remain a credible leader. All else might be lost; but when the soul dies, the connection to earth, to peoples, to animals, to rivers, to mountain ranges, purple and majestic, also dies…we are the ones we have been waiting for.
I cut out her extras, which actually made her rambling tighter [if only I could edit my own pieces with such finess!] but really Gandhi said it in less words and less flowery with his famous, “You must be the peace you want to see in the world.” You see, Gandhi relied on the Truth being “gorgeous” enough; he didn’t ramble on, splashing pretty images like a 3-year old with a full bladder peeing all over the floor and think this somehow enhanced the Truth. He knew Truth stands on its own without some award-winning writer turning it into a tear-jerking, Oscar-nominated, full-length feature.
She then goes on to show me that she has clearly masturbated while thinking of Barack Obama. I don’t hold this against her in the least, as I have rubbed-out quite a few thinking about him myself:
And your smile, with which we watch you do gracious battle with unjust characterizations, distortions and lies, is that expression of healthy self-worth, spirit and soul, that, kept happy and free and relaxed, can find an answering smile in all of us, lighting our way, and brightening the world.
In Peace and Joy,
Alice Walker
Next let’s go into Michael Moop’s (“Bubble Boy” Seinfeld reference) “I made a successful documentary so you should listen to me” email letter that has spread like herpes.
Wednesday, November 5th, 2008
Even the “th” after the “5″ annoys me from this guy!
Friends,
Okay, so he’s now excluding everyone but the two people he invites over on Saturday nights for his weekly circle-jerk. Clearly not following “Rule #1″ on alienating your readers. My question: so why is he sending his letter out to the millions of us “non-friends”?
Who among us is not at a loss for words?
Apparently you, or else I wouldn’t be forced to clean myself off from the splashings of your literary diarrhea.
We will see their [the racists'] flame of hate fizzle out in our lifetime.
I’d almost put up with poetic garbage from Alice Walker but you? Nigga please!
Never before in our history has an avowed anti-war candidate been elected president during a time of war.
According to Ron Paul, someone who served his country in military service and then in politics for about 30-years without going down on anyone, Republicans have been known as the party to be elected to end wars. But I guess I will listen to a fat film fuck over what has become an oxymoron, “an honest politician” like Ron Paul.
I hope President-elect Obama remembers that as he considers expanding the war in Afghanistan.
What the fu–? Oh, I get it. You can be considered “anti-war” just as long as you don’t start any “new” wars. You can continue, and even escalate “old” wars. Gotcha.
He describes Obama as:
A man who is not a party hack, not a set-for-life Beltway bureaucrat. Will he now become one of them, or will he force them to be more like him? We pray for the latter.
I pray for a “ladder” to climb up and from which take a swan dive onto my head after reading your crap. I don’t blame anyone their millions, but Obama IS “set-for-life,” if not from his political wheelings and dealings then from his Wheaties endorsement contract after he is done playing President. I don’t know what a “Beltway bureaucrat” is; perhaps its one of those who stands on the side of the Beltway and goes up to cars that pull over and jerks them off for money. If true, I’m glad there’s at least one non-“Beltway bureaucrat” in Congress as well. If Obama is Skull & Bones, he’s done more than jerk-off a few hundred Beltway drivers in need of a little release.
But today we celebrate this triumph of decency over personal attack, of peace over war, of intelligence over a belief that Adam and Eve rode around on dinosaurs just 6,000 years ago.
Moops throws out intentional disinformation, as we all know that Adam and Eve rode around on dinosaurs 6,500 years ago and not the 6,000 years ago figure that he gives. Next he will tell us that “The Flintstones” is not an accurate portrayal of caveman times! For the record, I would fuck Betty Rubble before I would stick it to Cindy Lou Hensley McCain and Michelle Obama. I would even fuck Barney if it came down to it.
What will it be like to have a smart president? Science, banished for eight years, will return. Imagine supporting our country’s greatest minds as they seek to cure illness, discover new forms of energy, and work to save the planet. I know, pinch me.
First of all, I wouldn’t “pinch” you with a set of pinchers on the end of a ten-foot pole for fear of catching Arrogant Assholitis. I like an easy shot at George Jr. as much as anyway, so I will almost forgive your “Adam and Eve” mathematical error. I agree with the premise of focusing on technology and brilliant minds to “cure illness, discover new forms of energy, and work to save the planet.” This is the premise to the solution outlined in the documentary “Zeitgeist Addendum,” which can be watched for free on Google Video and, using the rating system that I created in Junior High School when I came up with the entrepreneurial idea of making a porno ratings book for my classmates, I give a solid “Four erections standing very tall, one slightly curving to the left.”
What Moops doesn’t see, and he is not alone, is that unless you change the very system that has created all the dis-ease, you will not come to a solution. Regarding health, I have seen over and over the situation of someone with a dis-ease, such as cancer or heart disease or diabetes, who thinks that they can take some drug or herb and beat their dis-ease–while still eating dead animals, fatty and processed foods, stressed out, emotionally depleted and even continuing smoking! It’s complete insanity. Einstein’s definition of insanity was “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
Einstein also said: “You cannot solve a problem from the same consciousness that created it. You must learn to see the world anew.” And yet we think that with the same corrupt system, with an economy dependent on Monopoly money created from thin air by a private organization known as The Federal Reserve and a conditioned belief that only through competition and accumulation can you succeed, it doesn’t matter who you have sit at the Captain’s Helm, to be a bit of a Trekkie nerd.
We may, just possibly, also see a time of refreshing openness, enlightenment and creativity. The arts and the artists will not be seen as the enemy. Perhaps art will be explored in order to discover the greater truths…What will it be like to work and create in an environment that nurtures and supports film and the arts, science and invention, and the freedom to be whatever you want to be? Watch a thousand flowers bloom!
I didn’t realize that the Bush administration single-handedly shut down creative expression in this country; I thought that was more due to monopoly laws being “loosened,” thus allowing about seven corporations to control all of the media and entertainment industry–something that no one noticed Lord Clinton allowing because they were too busy focusing on where he was putting his penis. Their control, just like the Queen of England, won’t change with a “changing of the guards” and the bolded Einstein quote above still applies.
But even with this corporate stranglehold on the entertainment industry, although there have been some horses pulled in from their full gallop, there have still been some that have been able to run like creative Thoroughbreds. But I suppose if Moops says this is not the case, I can forget reality and dance in the streets shouting, “I AM A BLOOMING FLOWER AND I HAVE THE FREEDOM TO BE WHATEVER I WANT TO BE!” which was actually the Obama campaign’s original slogan but when the originator was asked, “Can you come up with anything shorter?” he responded, “Yes, I can,” and Obama apparently said, “Yeah, I like that one better.”
We’ve entered a new era, and if I could sum up our collective first thought of this new era, it is this: Anything Is Possible.
I agree with the sentiment but disagree with allowing Moop to sum up anything but the amount of food he shoved down his gullet during his last feeding.
We can wrestle our economy out of the hands of the reckless rich and return it to the people. Anything is possible!
Look at the list of the top ten financial supporters of the Obama campaign–or any presidential campaign. They are all “the reckless rich,” often many of the same “reckless rich” supporting both opposing candidates. You asked if we could imagine a “smart President.” Could you imagine a smart politician who screws the very “reckless rich” who helped finance him into power? Oh wait, you believe it was us who decided the election and political decisions are based on what the little man wants. Okay, scratch what I said then; your ears won’t be able to hear it anyway.
We can stop melting the polar ice caps. Anything is possible!
Okay, you lost me. You said you were into a return of “science” and yet the SCIENTIFIC FACT that ice caps on Mars and other planets are melting would suggest to even a moron that perhaps “we” are not the main culprit regarding this issue. I’m not saying we should be burning rubber tires and throwing our soda cans on the sidewalk [see "Let's Kick It Up A Notch"] but, call me crazy, I am still a big fan of the yogic principle of Satya (truth), and yet it seems any debate on the issue of global warming in opposition to the idea that man is primarily responsible for it is dismissed with the un-scientific argument, “You’re an idiot!”
Those who have committed war crimes will be brought to justice. Anything is possible!
I am praying for this one, too. I would list some of the names of the war criminals here but until our Lord and Savior, Obama, changes things, the mere suggestion of this will not only put me on the Flight Watch List, receiving full body cavity searches every time I want to take a weekend trip to Kansas, but will probably leave me in a back-alley CIA-friendly country’s torture prison with electrodes hooked up to my balls, something which I wouldn’t necessarily object to if it weren’t for having your eyes clamped open “Clockwork Orange” style and being forced to stare at the snarling picture of Dick Cheney placed in front of you. I’ve wacked-off to George Bush and even Cunnilingus Rice in a time of desperation when there was nothing available to spank it with except a magazine entitled “Liars Who Have No Soul,” but Cheney–despite his phallic namesake–has the instant effect of turning any hard dick soft without any seed leaving the launching pad.
Do not treat the Republicans in your life the way they have treated you the past eight years. Show them the grace and goodness that Barack Obama exuded throughout the campaign…Can we follow his example?
Are you following Barack’s, peace and blessings be upon him, example by making the blanket statement that all the “Republicans” in our lives have treated us badly? More separatist, hateful nonsense disguised as a call for hope and union. Would I be following Barack’s example if I called you a piece of shit?
Barack Hussein Obama, the 44th President of the United States. Wow. Seriously, wow.
Yours,
Michael Moore
“Wow. Seriously, wow.” That was your most profound statement of your whole diatribe and the exact same thing someone said to me to describe the psychedelic colors he was seeing while he was tripping on acid. “Wow. Seriously, wow.” I think he might have started his mindless profoundity with “Dude!”
I am not in opposition to everything either one of these nobody’s who think they’re somebody’s–and because of a mild amount of fame apparently other people think they’re somebody’s enough to forward their political commentary around–has to say. Alice Walker’s advice to, “hate the message, not the messenger,” or applied to our current regime, “Torture the message, not the messenger” and how the Dalai Lama is someone who speaks softly and forever carries a big smile, is not something with which I am in disagreement. Nor is Michael Moop’s call for relying on science to help solve many of our problems or for war criminals to be held accountable something I don’t hear and think, “Wow. Seriously, wow.”
I don’t hate the message–only the messengers. More accurately, I hate the fact that we care to give them an audience, just like the celebrities who because they can read another person’s lines with passion and credibility (funny how this is the same skill of a President!) we give them a voice on our media networks to share their personal political thoughts, opinions which should carry no more weight than those of Joe the plumber (oh wait…)
Alice Walker may be a prolific writer but I rather read “The Color Purple,” which contains fictional characters expressing real emotions and feelings, than her pom-pom support of a real character to which she applies fictitional emotions and feelings. And Michael Moop, I rather not read anything coming from him, except perhaps a suicide note. No, that is unduly harsh–to the environment, wasting paper on something no one should care about.
[To his credit, check out the YouTube video clip (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjLPbUsEkWg) where 9/11 Truth asked him about 9/11 being an inside job and his response: that since "Fahrenheit 9/11" many firefighters have come to him and told them they heard explosions in the building that they think were bombs, that the "official" investigation didn't uncover half the truth and that there must have been 100 cameras on the "plane" that went into the Pentagon and he wants to know why we have never seen a "full frontal," as we say in the porn industry, of the plane going into the Pentagon. I take back what I wrote, I think his suicide is definitely worth the sacrifice of a sheet of paper.]
“But Swami X, by your own reasoning, why should we listen to anything you have to say?” You shouldn’t. The statements I make are just as useless as anyone else’s. It’s the questions I ask you that stimulate you to question your own Truths and see whether they indeed come from you or from parents, priests, politicians, teachers, gurus, or, kick me in the balls and tell me it’s springtime–actors, writers and filmmakers–that may have a bit of use. Other than that, and a mild amount of entertainment value, the only thing I deserve is a raised middle-finger.
I guess in a line, the difference between me and these other losers is that they are nobody’s who think they’re somebody’s and I’m a somebody doing my best to become a nobody.
REFLECTION:
Go ahead, Obama supporters. Quickly, without too much thought, write 5 positions/ideas/platforms that Barack Obama has promised to put into effect and the top 3 why you voted for him. Yeah, you defiant few will be able to tell me, “He has a program for…” but, as we all know, most of you voted for him because he was (1) a good speaker, (2) not McCain, (3) A Socialist or, dare I say it, (4) black. McCain supporters you can do the same thing and I’d be equally surprised if you come up with something other than, (1) “He’s tough on terror,” (2) “He’s got experience,” (3) “George Jr. can’t be President a third term (the one thing in the Constitution I actually remember)” or (4) “He’s not black.” Use the word “Maverick” if you want to score more moron points. “I wanted more opportunities to be able to wack-off to Sarah Pallin” is the only acceptable answer, although with the release of her pre-election sex tape, even that one doesn’t hold water–or a bottle of Baby Oil and a box of Kleenex, as it may be.
MEDITATION:
(1) Think of a celebrity you admire and imagine yourself in their presence. Imagine them sharing a political opinion with you that is totally brainless. How do you feel? Did your admiration for them drop a little? What was your admiration based on? That they can memorize lines or sing? If that’s all you admire about them, why not just rent the DVD or buy the CD?
(2) Spend the next week committed to talking to one stranger a day and asking them a few questions:
(A) What do you consider the most important issues in the world and in your community and family today? If “gay marriage” comes up and you are not in Utah I will divorce my gay partner.
(B) What do you consider the main problems in the world and in society today? Gay marriage.
(C) How do you think we can change, politically and personally, the world to be a better place? Make a Constitutional Amendment to ban gay marriage.
If after a week you don’t meet at least seven people who, even if not as articulate as Alice Walker or as fat as Michael Moop, haven’t offered you some thoughts that were truly deep and touched you as much as empty campaign rhetoric slogans, I will be surprised. If nothing else, it will take your nose out of the metaphoric ass of your newspapers and theoretical “knowledge” and put it out in the “real” world, with “real” people–and it may just smell a little better out there! Take off the Captain Kirk outfit and Spock ears and stop playing a costumed character that thinks they know what people want, need and feel based on what the controlled media tells you they do–more Nobody’s pretending to be Somebody’s.
Years ago I was touring the country with a musical and I did just this and recorded it on (dating myself) audiotape; I called it “Voices of America” and was amazed at the simple truths that the “common” man and woman shared with me. It made me proud to be an American, knowing that at the heart of the taxi cab driver and housewife and construction worker, who grew up in different States with different backgrounds and educations, was a person who deep inside held onto values that–even if I didn’t agree with them 100%–were beautiful and useful for them. Some of these people didn’t have more than an 8th grade education, but they had an understanding that was based on experience and personal values, something well beyond classroom learning that is mostly based on how well you score on a test that means nothing about nothing.