Thursday, September 08, 2011


I've said it before and I'll say it again, why won't our first African American President stand up for African Americans.  What the hell is he afraid of?  Whatever.  The article below goes beyond that and longs for the days of BLACK POWER.  Right on to that!  Nothing gets done in this country without a strong African American Liberation Movement...not now, not ever.  I don't know about running people for President, but that isn't really what the article from Black Commentator below is all about anyway.  If you happen to be listening to the Prez's speech tonight on jobs think about what is said below at the same time.

Maxine for President
Sharp n' Blunt

By Desi Cortez

Democrat Congressperson Maxine Waters, while conversing with Obama administrator Don Graves recently, tired of hearing  the all-so predictable and constant “liberal code words” like “a rising tide lifts all boats,” and how the current economic depression has overly-impacted “certain communities” Terms tactically used to avoid implying Obama has any  real connection, forget allegiance to  Americans of  color.

Waters demanded  “Let me hear you say ‘Black.” Graves’ response was as soft as a baby’s behind,: “Black, African-American, Latino - we’re going to focus on getting people back to work.”

Yes, that’s right, we’ve Black folks . . .  in-power who’re overly sensitive - who display over-the-top Michael Jackson type sensitivity when dealing with half-hysterical White America’s fragile Fall Harvest Queen Festival like tri-polar emotions. These prim n’ polished Negroes seem oblivious to reality; no-matter how lightly they tip-toe around the Big House, verbally doing cartwheels struggling not to push-the-buttons of this nation’s privileged class - they’ll still gonna feel the backlash if not the actual lash.

Perhaps Maxine Waters ought to be running for president of these so-called United States of America, on the Black Power Ticket - just to intentionally, deliberately ensure the presidential conversation is not void of the insidious ills and the woeful woes which plague the Black American Empire. If we, as a people don’t have somebody in there amplifying our concerns - ain’t much gonna be said about our pitiful plight.

It’ll be so quiet . . . you could hear a rat piss on cotton. No exaggeration..

Earlier in August, at a jobs summit in Inglewood California, Maxine laid out her thoughts on the Tea Party, she was both sharp n’ blunt - "I'm not afraid of anybody," said Waters. "This is a tough game.You can't be intimidated. You can't be frightened. And as far as I'm concerned, the 'tea party' can go straight to hell."

Let me be amongst the first to implore of Maxine - Baby! Please baby please!  Please, please, please run for the highest office in all the land - your people need you!

Turn on the Water! Maxine Waters for President!!

I’m quickly coming to the “Wicked” Wilson Pickett midnight-hour conclusion, Black folks will require someone not afraid of, nor - and this is critical . . . beholding to the  White power structure. Someone not scared to make this pronouncement - “Say it loud . . . I’m Black . . . n’ am Proud!”

Whatever became of that saying?

Black Power! Whatever happened to that saying?

Power to the People! All Power to the people!

The silence can only be “we overcame,” overcame it all, and those outdated childish chants can be replaced with “East Side!” “West Side!” “Drop it like its hot! “ “Get Lowwwww. . . .!”  Or might it be it’s just not necessary any longer to say them out-loud?  We all just know “what time it is” internally, nor is there any motivating factors within society  to throw-up our fist as Huey and Bobby showed us . . . we now throw-up “deuces!!!”

It’s enough to make you throw-up, no?

But let us move on, time is of the essence now; Maxine Waters, this gentle Congressperson from South Central LA, who reminds me of My Aunt Hazel, who lived in Pasadena. . .  she gets my nomination for the Stokley Carmichael “Say it loud - I’m Black n’ am Proud!” award. And it’s about time somebody spoke-up with the spirit of Shirley Chisolm and started tellin’ it like it really is.

More Max; “The Tea Party discovered something. That is if they organize, if they talk loud enough, if they threaten, if they register to vote and elect a few people, they can take over the Congress of the United States,” said Rep. Maxine Waters. “They called our bluff and we blinked. We should have made them walk the plank.”

You do know there were Black pirates - we were well-represented in the Caribbean Sea and along the fabled Barbary Coast?

Them’s fightin’ words . . . and we need a alley-fighter, not a pugilist advancing our best interest in the preliminaries at least, someone to set-the-table.  Thank the gods this lady has the balls to say it.

Granted the Black American Empire cannot afford to be divided . . . it’s  already damn-near conquered, what with the “uns” at a non-deniable critical level; unemployment, under-employment, uneducated, uninformed, uninsured - more of use physically unhealthy then healthy . . . unenlightened. Considering all the “uns” - we’re quickly reaching a point where somebody needs to articulate the predicament  much of Black folk are born into - speak long-term as opposed to mini sound-bites, and speak to an international prime-time audience without the fear of a political/economical White backlash.

Sure, if Ms Waters’ wins, they’ll be serving Patron - dipped snow-cones on the Lake of Fire beaches, but she sure as hell will put on her pumps and take the fight to the TEA Party, while forcing Obama to address more then the “undecided voter.”

Hey look, we’d better get use to the fact this cat won’t get a second term -  even if he is victorious - well over half of White America is but-a-step or two from tearing the White sheets off their beds, getting a rope, making nooses - a new James Earl Ray is being purchased and crafted as we speak.

Obama has proven, beyond any measure that White folks can’t stand to answer to a Black man, just the mere thought sends them into the paranoia-laced rage we’re witnessing today.

You do know we can’t go back . . . White America can’t ever play the “colorblind card” again,  they’ve proven what many of us suggested for decades the ”Right’s”  hate is blind, they think not much differently then their Archie Bunker-minded grandparents Bull Conner lives in the hearts n’ minds of many.

What with Tricky Ricky Bobby Perry rising-up out of the Lone Star State to lead the legions of rank n’ file Rednecks, threatening secession, touting states rights . . . damn-near toting a Confederate flag and a burning cross around in a beat-up pick-up truck, trying to rally the already half-mad patriotic Christan soldiers . . . Ms Waters is right; it’s time to tell these folks to go to hell, straight as she said, don’t dilly-dally and stop here n’ there . . . s-t-r-a-i-g-h-t to hell.

Black America's civil complacency in the face of this highly foretellable White anger illustrates we’ve no idea what this whole HNIC is all-about, how nightmarish and twisted the scene is to apparently most White folks. Instead  most of my well-educated BUPPY buddies all popped the cork . . . we’re talkin Champagne n’ reefer when Obama won it all - they thought they’d won some on-line contest - however they’d no idea, whatsoever, how the entrenched White Establishment would fight back to regain absolute power and control over “their country.”

Far, far too many of my peers are sadly blind, bat-blind, mole-blind to the fact a segment of society (the Republican TEA Party, card-carriers and sympathisers ) are preparing  to take their country back.

Honestly, we all know America was never, I say never ever never suppose to be headed by a Black dude yet we seem so ignorant of the very recent racist past that we don’t see today how both the White Establishment and the little people fought, tooth n’ nail to keep us in our “place,” how they individually and collectively battled the “progress” which created “hi-falutin’” Black folks, enabled us to mix n’ mingle with others . . .  to vote.

Vote Maxine Waters for President. Change the dialog. Columnist, Desi Cortez, was hatched in the heart of Dixie, circa 1961, at the dawning of the age of Aquarius, the by-product of four dynamic individuals, Raised in South-Central LA, the 213, at age 14 transplanted to the base of the Rockies, Denver. Still a Mile-Hi.

Sat at the feet of scholars for many, many moons, emerging with a desire and direction… if not a sheep-skin. Meandered thru life; gone a-lot places, done a-lot of things, raised a man-cub into a good, strong man, produced a beautiful baby-girl with my lover/woman/soul-mate… 

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