“Get On Up” is Super Bad. That’s Not A Compliment.

Papa don’t take no mess and Papa shouldn’t watch this mess. either.

Here’s a fun fact: James Brown was known as Soul Brother #1 and he never had a Number One pop hit.

Brown put 99 songs on the chart over a 30 year career which puts him on the Top 10 of the most successful pop artists.  The closest the undisputed Hardest Working Man in Show Biz  got to the top spot was  “I Got You (I Feel Good)” at #3 and “Living In America” which got it to #4 with 21 years passing between the two hits.

This is not something you are going to learn in the new James Brown biopic, Get On Up?  This  simplistic, spineless biopic runs a Hoover over any dirt in Brown’s life with only the briefest glances at his dark corners. When the producers fired Spike Lee off the project and replaced him with Tate The Help Taylor it was natural to expect the rough edges of Brown would be filed down,  but who knew they would suck the soul right out of The Godfather of Soul?

The wife and I had a free pass to see Get On Up. The price was right, but the movie is all wrong. It stole 2 hours and 18 minutes I will never get back.

There is a difference between a film that rolls back the carpet and shows all the dirt its subject did in their lives and one which blows sloppy, slobbering kisses. This is the latter and Brown’s bad habits of overindulgence in drugs and drink, spousal abuse, womanizing, and bizarre behavior is briefly referring to and then cuts away to another musical number.

Don’t worry. THIS James Brown never shows up in the whitewashed “Get On Up.”

The sheer energy of the classic James Brown music almost saves this sanitized Hollywood hackery and there’s a lot of music here (though the absence of “The Payback” is one of many glaring omissions). Chadwick Boseman‘s version of Soul Brother#1 is energetic. He learned a lot of Brown’s moves, but as far as capturing his character, Eddie Murphy did it about as well on Saturday Night Live decades ago. Boseman tries hard and some approving critics rave he gives an Oscar-caliber performance.   It’s okay, but only if you didn’t grown up with  Brown the way I did.

When the music stops so does the movie dead in its track with Taylor spasmodically jerking the viewer through time and place with the attention span of a housefly. At one point I leaned forward in my seat with my chin in my hand in wonder of Taylor’s muddled, cluttered direction.

Get On Up never gets on the good foot.  Mostly it just kind of lays there and rolls over. How the hell do you take James Brown and make him so damn BORING? It’s not a certainty Lee would have made a better movie but he wouldn’t have made a duller one.

What motivated Brown to write an anthem of Black pride and power like “Say It Loud I’m Black and I’m Proud? Why did he sing that same song at Richard Nixon’s inaugural ball in 1968 and endorse him in 1972? You’ll never know from the script by Jez and John-Henry Butterworth which reduces the singer’s political activism to mostly a footnote. The same guy who counted Al Sharpton as a buddy also voted as a conservative Republican. Nobody will buy a ticket expecting details on this apparent contradiction, but it’s a tantalizing and largely facet of Brown’s character. Taylor and the Butterworths don’t even find it worth a mention.

When this movie isn’t being sloppy it is simply superficial. Brown’s music made him an icon. Get On Up makes him nothing but a jukebox.

We’re long past the point where we should be falling to our knees like Brown singing “Please, Please, Please” in slobbering gratitude whenever White Hollywood deems to tell a Black icon’s story. Not every film with Black people at the center of the film has to be exclusively produced, directed, written, scored or filmed by Black filmmakers, but it would be nice if more of them were.

For every Malcolm X or Raging Bull that works, there are dozens of other bio pics that fail dismally and for me, nobody else, Get On Up is a missed opportunity and a boring failure.

Tricky Dick meets The Godfather. Just not in this movie.

Was Jackie Robinson A Hero or a Sell-Out?

This is not a review of 42, the new film about Jackie Robinson.   I haven’t seen it.  Neither has Your Black World columnist, Yvette Carnell, but that didn’t slow her down from ripping Robinson as a snitch and sell-out.

For those who don’t know, Jackie Robinson testified against black activist and artist Paul Robeson before the House Un-American Activities Committee, backed Richard Nixon against John F. Kennedy, backed the Vietnam War, and even questioned the patriotism of Dr. Martin Luther King when he announced his opposition to the war. This is who Jackie Robinson was. For him, it was the white man’s way or no way.

For some, celebrating Jackie Robinson’s integration into baseball boils down to the idea that blacks needed to be liked by even the most racist whites in order to have any real shot at the American dream. So to them, it was acceptable for Robinson to do whatever it took, even if it meant going so far as to unleash the Congressional hounds on Robeson, as long as it ensured that the doors to white baseball were opened to Robinson.

I don’t buy into the notion that black people must be redeemed in the eyes of whites in order to progress, mostly because it places far too much power in the hands of racist whites and leaves blacks in a tenuous position, both psychologically and economically.

Saddest of all though is the idea that many black folk who went to see ’42′ will not only view Jackie Robinson’s integration as a grand success, without ever bothering to consider the human consequence, but that they will undoubtedly view the movie’s box office success as some sort of win. How is that possible? How is it possible to consider the movie’s box office success a win for anyone except those who benefit from the movie’s revenue? Simple: Since there is no real black movement or black leadership in this country, black people latch onto whatever symbolism they can as a way of giving themselves an emotional victory, even if it’s largely a product of their own imagination.

I don’t know if Carnell knows anything baseball, but she sure doesn’t know anything about Jackie Robinson.  You can read the rest of Carnell’s epic nonsense here.

Carnell: Doesn’t know Jackie Robinson but doesn’t let that stop her.

This isn’t about why one person didn’t want to see 42.  Who gives a damn?    What we should be talking about is what Carnell’s essay is really about: in the battle between Jackie Robinson and Paul Robeson, who ya got?   This is like a rap beef and either you’re on Team Robinson or Team Robeson.

My take is it is easy to sit here in 2013 and pass judgment on what Robinson did in 1949.   It was a different time then and Robeson, an avowed Socialist who was effusive in his praise of the Soviet Union incited fears that he would influence Negroes to support Communism.  Robinson, who was politically conservative, testified before the House Un-American Activities Committee to refute that belief.   We can say he was wrong to do so as Carnell does, but she leaves out that in his 1973 autobiography “I Never Had It Made,” Robinson reveals both his regrets about his testimony and his respect for Robeson.

“However, in those days I had much more faith in the ultimate justice of the American white man than I have today. I would reject such an invitation if offered now . . . . I have grown wiser and closer to the painful truths about America’s destructiveness. And I do have increased respect for Paul Robeson who, over the span of twenty years, sacrificed himself, his career, and the wealth and comfort he once enjoyed because, I believe, he was sincerely trying to help his people.”

We can always look at someone else through the comfortable distance of history and say “Jackie Robinson? Big deal.” But Robinson was politically a conservative and though he hated American racism he loved America. When he threw Paul Robeson to the House Un-American Activities Committee he did so because he thought Robeson, who was at least a Socialist and quite possibly a Communist, was harmful to both the country and Negroes as a whole.

Carnell is so eager to demagogue Robinson as a symbol of Black appeasement she misses the part of his life when he stood as a symbol of Black resistance to segregation.   When Robinson was in the Army, he faced a court-martial when he  challenged the racist status quo in an action that preceded Rosa Parks by refusing to give up his seat on the bus.

On July 6, 1944, exactly one month after D-day—assault landings in which black soldiers had participated—Lieutenant Robinson was forcibly reminded of how thoroughly Jim Crow still dominated the scene. As he was returning that evening to the hospital, Southwestern Bus Company driver Milton Reneger brusquely instructed the lieutenant to move to a seat farther back from the one where he sat next to a fellow officer’s light-skinned wife. Robinson, perhaps conscious of being an officer and a husky one at that, refused, suggesting that the driver tend to driving instead.

Later, at his stop, Robinson and the driver continued to argue, joined by the latter’s bus dispatcher, Beverly Younger, who casually referred to Robinson in his presence as “a nigger.” When military policemen arrived at the scene, a crowd of indignant whites, both civilian and military, had formed, adding to turmoil and confusion. The MPs on site, none of whom outranked the lieutenant, asked him to go with them to the police headquarters to straighten out the situation. He agreed to do so. However, when they arrived at the station to meet with the camp’s assistant provost marshal, a white MP ran up to the vehicle and excitedly inquired if they had “the nigger lieutenant” with them. The utterance of this unexpected and especially offensive racial epithet served to set Robinson off and he threatened “to break in two” anyone, whatever their rank or status, who employed that word.

Robeson and Robinson’s differing beliefs led to conflict between the two.

As far as Uncle Toms go, Robinson was a lousy one.  Robinson’s politics were conservative, but he stood up time and again as a proud Black man.  He was eventually found “not guilty” by the military that was cowed in part by the Black press to rally public support for the man who broke baseball’s color line.

While his testimony against Robeson was a bad call by Robinson it has to be judged in historical context.  Carnell’s article  doesn’t even try to  and is nothing more than Blacker-than-Thou historical revisionism.   It’s easy to give the back of the hand to a movie you haven’t seen and even easier to dismiss the accomplishments of a man who put up with more racist hatred based upon the color of his skin than his critics could ever fathom.

I could take Carnell’s criticisms a lot more seriously if she had bothered to actually see the movie.  Instead she just crapped on it because Robinson talked smack about Robeson. Okay, she can do that but that is a lazy way for any writer to take a shortcut and Carnell takes a baseball bat to Robinson’s reputation that isn’t simply lazy, it’s historically inaccurate.

We don’t have to be grateful to Jackie Robinson, but why trash him because he took a controversial and unpopular position that at the time actually may have made sense?  Or is it that the socialist  Robeson is a hipper figure with the bourgeois Black intelligentsia than the conservative  Robinson?

Carnell should bothered to present a more balanced picture of Robinson.   Instead, she plows past any information that runs counter to her depiction of Robinson as a cartoon Uncle Tom.   That’s her right, but it’s not fair, it’s not balanced and it’s not even credible.

Was Robinson a true hero or a craven sell-out.  The answer is he was simply a man.  A man with enormous courage and character whose reputation endures unsullied by a few obscure critics who don’t understand baseball and what Jackie Robinson did for America’s racial evolution.

Robinson’s accomplishments will be remembered long after his critics are forgotten.

Barack Obama: The Winner and STILL President

President Obama

Whoa.  Guess I had a little too much to drink last night.  I thought I woke up the morning after President Obama was reelected and found one of my Obama/Biden signs gone and replaced with a Romney/Ryan sign.

Oh wait.  Somebody did rip off my sign.   That’s pretty ballsy.

Ha. Ha.  Very funny.  We got jokes.   Here’s another joke for the sign swiper.   Four more years.  How’s that taste?

There were a lot of boxing metaphors flying around during the debates.   Here’s one last one:  The winner, and STILL the President of the United States!  Barack Hussein Obama!

A lesson was served up to the GOP on Election Day.  Whether or not they recognize it is their problem.  The Republicans have pretty much exhausted race politics as a winning tactic.  It can still work now and then, but for the most part it’s been exposed as a strategy with no future.

Republicans can point to their control of the House of Representatives and have most of the nation’s governors.   Any power base is a good one and those are strong ones.    Their choice to  ignore voters of color to appeal exclusively to White voters has left the GOP locked out of the White House and denied Mitch McConnell the opportunity to control the Senate.

But, they had better get used to it. The line of the night that resonates with me is when George Will said if the 2020 Republican presidential candidate got ALL the White, Black, Latino and Asian votes John McCain got in 2008, they would lose by 14 million votes!

This country is becoming more diverse whether the GOP and Romney supporters want to admit it. Some sources are saying Obama got 75 percent of the Latino vote. Republicans CAN’T WIN a presidential election by only appealing to White, older voters.

I celebrate the president’s victory.  He got it the old-fashioned way.  He earned it.     On the matter of Mr. Romney and the ass kicking he just took, I savor it like a fine wine.  I delight and revel in it.  Call it  Schadenfreude, but it’s a thing a joy to see a rich man not get what he wants.

What winners look like.

Poor Mittens.  After all that time and money spent and all he has left is a adoring wife,  multiple homes and millions of dollars.   It must really suck to be him today.

Mitt Romney was a lousy candidate for President.  Uninspiring.  Inept.  Unprincipled.  He’s been running for the office for nearly eight years and nobody knows what his core beliefs are or if he even has any.   He’s the quintessential empty suit.   When he was the governor of Massachusetts he was a moderate Republican who favored a woman’s right to choose and gay rights.  Then he decided rather than chill in the Cayman Islands counting his money, he wanted to run for the presidency and all those previously held beliefs swirled down the toilet.

How could anyone say they are “proud” of the campaign Romney ran and the things he stood for?   The man was the Etch-A-Sketch Candidate.  Mitt believes in nothing except money and his divine right to rule.

Romney had no interest in making life better for his fellow Americans.  The only thing Romney’s has ever been good at is making money for stockholders and putting people out of work as their companies go bankrupt or move overseas.    Mitt’s overriding concern is protecting the interests of the One Percent he’s so happy to be a part of and if that means shafting students of loans or Granny of her Medicare, that’s just hard cheese.

Any man caught saying he doesn’t give a damn about half of the people he would propose to lead is totally unfit for the job.   Mitt Romney lost the election the day the American people heard what he really thought about them.

Romney said corporations were people and proceeded to act like one.  He’s a cold, bloodless automaton mouthing phrases he could barely say with a straight face and his own party could barely muster much tolerance for him.  Enthusiasm was almost nil as anyone who saw that sad little wiener roast in Tampa the Republicans called a convention and the only storyline anyone will remember from it is an old actor babbling to a chair.

In the end Romney was such a shockingly unaccomplished challenger he couldn’t be a weakened incumbent whose party had been curb stomped in 2010 with a stalled economy and unemployment near eight percent.  The turnaround specialist lost to an empty chair.

The Republicans are in terrible shape.  Their core demographic is too old, too far to the Right and looks too much like cocktail hour at a country club.   They’ve alienated young voters, Black voters, Latino voters and even Asian voters.   There is a limit to how much can be gained by allowing the extremists of a party dominate the message.   As presently constituted the Republican Party doesn’t look much like America.  It looks like Happy Days.

To quote that great philosopher Tony Stark, “Not a great plan.”

We…we LOST? But that’s unpossible!

Someone on Twitter remarked,  “Most Republicans I know are high-integrity, thoughtful, patriotic, moderate Americans. I hope they get to take their party back.”

Damn straight.  Instead of allowing the Tea Party types to scream, “We want our country back” the rank and file, REAL Republicans should be screaming, “We want our party back!”

They won’t get it as long as they think everything is fine and it’s the fault of those nasty liberals demonizing that nice Mr. Romney.    That’s  just delusional self-denial talking.  The Republican brand was rejected yesterday.    Look at the results and prove otherwise.

When Team Romney refused to hang it up after Ohio was announced for Obama I posted on Facebook,  “Romney doesn’t have to concede Ohio. Screw him. You don’t have to believe in gravity when you jump off a building. Not until you hit the ground.”

Yesterday the GOP went SPLAT!   When Obama finishes his term Democrats will have occupied the White House 16 of the last 24 years.  Explain to me how that bodes well for the Republicans went they are increasingly becoming isolated to the South and a few Western states?    California?  Off the board.   Virginia?  Looking kind of purple these days.   The Midwest?  Be happy for Indiana even if they just elected a Democrat to the Senate instead of a Tea Party whackjob who was yet another right-winger with weird ideas about rape.

Barack Obama’s win was no accident.  He has assembled an awesome team of political experts and a ground game that is second to none.   Obama waxed the ass of the most unscrupulous Republican presidential candidate since Richard Nixon and  like Nixon, Romney has secured his role in history as one of it’s biggest losers.

Don’t cry for the rich guy.

Black History Month: The Forgotten Hero Who Toppled A President

Hail to the Thief

Here we are.  A new year.  A new February. And the same old Black History Month?   Maybe so if all Black history is confined to is yet another lesson about George Washington Carver and the wonderful things he did with a peanut.   There are more stories to tell and periodically throughout the month, I will tell a few starting with the $80 a week security guard who while working the graveyard shift on June 17, 1972 in the Watergate set in motion a chain of events that would lead to the President of the United States resigning in disgrace. 

A cable television program is allowing viewers to vote on the 100 Greatest Americans of all time.  The name of Frank Wills will not be among of them.  It should be.

On the early morning of June 17, 1972, a security guard named Frank Wills was making his rounds in the Watergate complex in Washington D.C.   Wills came across tape-covered door latches and called the police.  Five men were arrested rifling through the files of the offices of the Democratic National Committee.   The events set in motion led to the resignation of President Richard M. Nixon on August 8, 1974.

Many of the cast of characters found both fame and notoriety in the scandal that was Watergate.  Nixon would go on to write several books on foreign policy and developed some status as an elder statesman before his death in 1994.  The Washington Post reporters, Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein,  whose investigative journalism helped spark interest in the story went on to write two books about Watergate and saw themselves immortalized in a film, All the President’s Men with Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman playing the two.

Frank Wills had a small part in the movie.  He played himself discovering the taped doors and calling the police.

After 30 years of keeping his identity secret, the family of former Number Two man at the FBI,   Mark Felt, came forward to announce the 91-year-old ex-agent had been Woodward’s main source for Watergate information.   Named after a porn film of the same era, Felt was “Deep Throat,” the insider who helped bring down a corrupt president.

Newspapers, magazines and television programs were abuzz with the exposure of the 30-year mystery of the identity of Washington’s greatest leaker of information.  A news search on Yahoo or Google on “Mark Felt” will come back with several pages of links to stories applauding and criticizing his role in toppling Nixon’s regime.

A search on Yahoo! News for the name of “Frank Wills” yields no results.

"Worship me, you puny mortals!"

Wills wrote no books like Woodward or John Dean or Charles Colson.  He didn’t get a syndicated radio program like G. Gordon Liddy.  He didn’t star in any movies, do television programs or make millions of dollars.  Wills was unable to find steady work and in 2000 died flat broke and destitute in an Augusta, Georgia hospital at the age of 52.

Felt is now being lauded as the ultimate whistle-blower.  He was angry at being passed over to replace J. Edgar Hoover as head of the FBI by a Nixon loyalist and was motivated by a lust for revenge over reform and good government.   In fact, when one looks at Watergate critically it’s hard to find anyone that was not motivated by self-interest, career advancement, publicity or other less than noble reasons.   Woodward and Bernstein got paid.  Judge John Sirica and Special Prosecutor Archibald Cox and Senator Sam Ervin were lionized by the media for the parts they played in bringing down Nixon, but only one guy had no ulterior motives or secret agendas.  .  That was Frank Wills, a black security guard who changed American history by doing his job.

Wills would go on to quit his job as a security guard after his request for a raise was turned down.  At the time of his discovery of the Watergate burglary he was making $80 a week.  For a time he was in demand by reporters and Wills demanded $300 for interviews. His plans to hit the lecture circuit were met with apathetic yawns and were abandoned.

Wills broke the big story but others would profit from it.

Wills had stumbled upon the biggest story in American political history, but he never cashed in on his notoriety.

He worked for the comedian/activist Dick Gregory for a time, but was unable to hold on to steady employment.  Wills told the Washington Post, “I don’t know if they are being told not to hire me or if they are just afraid to hire me.”

He moved home to South Carolina in the mid-Seventies to care for his mother who was impaired from a stroke.  In 1983 he was convicted of shoplifting a pair of sneakers.  At the time of the 25th anniversary of Watergate, Wills spoke to the Boston Globe and said, “I put my life on the line.  If it wasn’t for me, Woodward and Bernstein would not have known anything about Watergate.”

If Wills exaggerated the risks he was exposed to and the part he played in Watergate, can he really be blamed for being bitter?  He set the wheels in motion that brought down the Most Powerful Man in the World.  Perhaps he didn’t really deserve 15 minutes of fame compared to all the journalists, lawyers, politicians and judges that propelled a “third-rate burglary” into a full-blown Constitutional crisis.  But if Frank Wills hadn’t done his job in 1972 would Mark Felt be the media darling of the week in 2005?

Wills got a little love from director Spike Lee, who held him up as how shabbily America treats its heroes in his 2004 film, She Hate Me.  The film is a muddled commentary on Enron-style corruption, impregnating lesbians (don’t ask) and sex scenes as the hero goes before a Congressional committee and proudly says, “Frank Wills and I are one.”  You don’t believe it for a second.

Wills was dead from a brain tumor long before the movie was released.  Lee could have really given e Wills his due by telling his story instead of a muddled mess about a stud impregnating lipstick lesbians. Apparently a flick about a security guard whose discovery set in motion a scandal that took down a president doesn’t make for a compelling story.

If not for a working stiff like Wills doing his job, Nixon’s scheming and criminal acts might never have been exposed.   But the simple act of doing his job didn’t make Wills’ life any happier than Tricky Dick Nixon.

“He’s the only one in Watergate who did his job perfectly,” said Bob Woodward.  “…Calling the police was one of the most important phone calls in American history, and it was so simple and so basic.”

So simple.  So basic.  So forgotten.

(This story originally appeared in The Columbus Post)

Pat Buchanan Worried America Is Running Out of White People

White, but not right

We like to tell ourselves only stupid people are stupid enough to be openly racist these days.  Things have changed and we’re all so much more enlightened and past all that tired old prejudice thing.   Some of us even got ourselves believing its racism by Blacks against Whites that’s the real problem now.

Then there are the few and the proud who know better.  They’re few because their old school brand of bigotry has diminished and dimmed over the passage of time.  But they’re still proud to be White, Right and on top and they aren’t going to fade quietly away when they perceive their standing is being threatened.

MSNBC (y’know, the supposed “liberal” network) political commentator Pat Buchanan isn’t even pretending he’s not a ranting racist anymore.

He’s putting on his Paul Revere gear to warn of the dire consequences that will happen to America when Whites are no longer the majority race somewhere around 2041.

John Hope Franklin, the famed black historian at Duke University, once told the incoming freshmen, “The new America in the 21st century will be primarily non-white, a place George Washington would not recognize.”

In his June 1998 commencement address at Portland State, President Clinton affirmed it: “In a little more than 50 years, there will be no majority race in the United States.” The graduates cheered.

The Census Bureau has now fixed at 2041 the year when whites become a minority in a country where the Founding Fathers had restricted citizenship to “free white persons” of “good moral character.”

What are the seemingly inevitable consequences of an America where whites are a shrinking minority?

First, the end of a national Republican Party that routinely gets 90 percent of its presidential votes from white America.

California is the harbinger of what is to come.

Carried by Richard Nixon in all five presidential elections when he was on the ticket and by Ronald Reagan all four times he ran, California, where whites are now a shrinking minority, is a state where the GOP faces extinction. John McCain’s share of the California vote was down to the Barry Goldwater level of 1964.

When Texas, where two-thirds of the newborns and half the schoolchildren are Hispanic, goes the way of California, it is the end for the GOP. Arizona, Colorado and Nevada, also critical to any victorious GOP coalition, are Hispanicizing as rapidly as Texas.

In every presidential election since Bush I in 1992, Hispanics have given 60-70 percent of their votes to the Democratic ticket.

For Hispanics, largely poor and working class, are beneficiaries of a cornucopia of government goods – from free education to food stamps to free health care. Few pay federal income taxes.

Why would they not vote for the Party of Government?

Second, the economic crisis of California, brought on by an outflow of taxpayers and a huge influx of tax consumers – i.e., millions of immigrants, legal and illegal – will be mirrored nationally.

For though the majority of immigrants and illegals comes to work, and work hard, most now come from Third World countries and do not bring the academic or professional skills of European-Americans.

Third, the decline in academic test scores here at home and in international competition is likely to continue, as more and more of the children taking those tests will be African-American and Hispanic. For though we have spent trillions over four decades, we have failed to close the racial gap in education. White and Asian children continue to outscore black and Hispanic children.

Can the test-score gap be closed? With the Hispanic illegitimacy rate at 51 percent and the black rate having risen to 71 percent, how can their children conceivably arrive at school ready to compete?

Should this continue for three decades, what will it mean for America if Asians and whites occupy the knowledge-industry jobs, while scores of millions of black and Hispanic workers are relegated to low-paying service-sector jobs? Will that make for social tranquility?

Affirmative action is one answer. But this is already causing a severe backlash, and the reason is obvious.

When affirmative action was first imposed, whites outnumbered blacks nine to one. The burden of reverse discrimination on the white community was thus relatively light. Today, however, not only blacks, but Hispanics and women – two-thirds of the entire population – qualify for affirmative action in hiring and school admissions.

Those who hold the white race responsible for the mortal sins of mankind – slavery, racism, imperialism, genocide – may welcome its departure from history.

Those who believe that the civilization that came out of Jerusalem, Athens, Rome and London to be the crowning achievement of mankind will mourn its passing.

I’m not going to say I’m looking forward to the 72-year old Buchanan’s passing, but I won’t lie and say I’m going to be upset when it happens.  Here we have a former Nixon speechwriter, failed presidential candidate, sexist, homophobic, anti-Semitic, Nazi sympathizing, Holocaust denying, racist, xenophobic scumbag who revels in being angry and outspoken about who he loves (White people) and who he hates (everybody else).

I’ve said it myself: Hitler comparisons are weak. Most of the time they are made in error and are applied inaccurately.

But not in the case of Patrick J. Buchanan.  In this dude’s case you’d be hard pressed to find a mainstream commentator more likely to cut Hitler slack than Prejudiced Pat.

His anti-Semitism is well-established as well as his passionate defense of accused Nazi war criminals. Buchanan doesn’t apologize for it and he’s not going to run away from his racist and supremacist beliefs I’m not going to shy away from calling him out on it.

Here are more of Uncle Pat’s musings about what’s wrong with America.

Obama’s White House thus enlisted in the long and successful campaign to expel Christianity from the public square, diminish its presence in our public life, and reduce its role to that of just another religion.

The white population will begin to shrink and, should present birth rates persist, slowly disappear. Hispanics already comprise 42 percent of New Mexico’s population, 37 percent of California’s, 38 percent of Texas’s, and over half the population of Arizona under the age of twenty. ……. Mexico is moving north. Ethnically, linguistically, and culturally, the verdict of 1848 is being overturned. Will this Mexican nation within a nation advance the goals of the Constitution—to “insure domestic tranquility” and “make us a more perfect union”? Or has our passivity in the face of this invasion imperiled our union?

Not until the 1960s did courts begin to use the Fourteenth Amendment to impose a concept of equality that the authors of the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, the Bill of Rights, The Federalist Papers, and the Gettysburg Address never believed in. Before the 1960s, equality meant every citizen enjoyed the same constitutional rights and the equal protection of existing laws. Nothing in the Constitution or federal law mandated social, racial, or gender equality.

If [conservative political commentator Heather] Mac Donald’s statistics are accurate, 49 of every 50 muggings and murders in New York are the work of minorities. That might explain why black folks have trouble getting a cab. Every New York cabby must know the odds, should he pick up a man of color at night.

Two things smell like pork and one of them is pork.

Then there’s my favorite “OMG/WTF” quote.

Perhaps some of us misremember the past. But the racial, religious, cultural, social, political, and economic divides today seem greater than they seemed even in the segregation cities some of us grew up in.

Back then, black and white lived apart, went to different schools and churches, played on different playgrounds, and went to different restaurants, bars, theaters, and soda fountains. But we shared a country and a culture. We were one nation. We were Americans.

For some reason I have this sudden urge to start whistling “Dixie.” What a mind-boggling confessional of sheer paranoia, hatred and outright lunacy.    When I read some delusional bullshit where a some Irish asshole like Buchanan longs for the days when the darkies knew their place and stayed there I wish I had the opportunity to sit down with Mr. Buchanan so I could look him directly in the face and say, “Hey, Pat?  Go to hell, you racist punk “

Buchanan is crazy as the day is long but he’s also well-paid and has a high-profile to air his bigotry against Blacks, Latinos, gays, Jews, women and anyone else who isn’t straight, White, male and Irish Catholic. He is Archie Bunker without the laugh track.

Shame on MSNBC for turning a blind eye to this evil old bastard’s hatred of everything that isn’t White, straight and Christian.   These kinds of expressions of bias is nothing new from Buchanan, but MSNBC seems content to allow him to go on vomiting up his provincial   Left to his own devices, Buchanan is nothing to get excited about.   He might have another ten years of hate speech left in him and then he’s gone like a bad odor.  His racism is indistinguishable from that of a David Duke, but because he has some credentials he has credibility Duke can only dream of.

It’s easy to dismiss Buchanan as an aging anachronism soon to disappear in the tar pits with all the other dinosaurs whose brains were too small to adapt to a brave new world.   It’s a mistake to think what he says doesn’t resonate in the corridors of power where the decisions are made to support or oppose people
of color rising up to assume their rightful place in this country.

Forget about Occupy Wall Street.  Let’s Occupy Pat Buchanan’s brain.  We just have to find it first.

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40 years ago when blood flowed.

When Kent State went down 40 years ago today I was still in junior high school and far more interested in sweet young things in sweaters than National Guardsmen gunning down students.

I don’t remember if we discussed the shootings after it happened.  Maybe we did, but there are few things more apolitical than a 14-year-old teenage boy.

With the authorization of Ohio Gov. Jim Rhodes, National Guard troops opened fire on unarmed students at Kent State University.   They killed four and wounded nine.  Ten days later, police opened fire on students at Jackson State University in Mississippi killing two and wounding 12.

The relative passivity of contemporary college students when compared to the anti-war fervor of the early Seventies may just be a logical extension of how the media covers protest movements, how the military allows wars to be betrayed and how we’ve changed in 40 years.   How many would turn out for mass demonstrations against the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan?   Probably not enough to fill a good sized football stadium these days.

I don’t want to bust on students today for being politically disconnected.  Vietnam was a different kind of war waged for different kinds of reasons than Iraq and Afghanistan.  Certainly a thug like Richard Nixon was viewed much differently than Barack Obama or even George W. Bush.   Iran was every bit as much of an illegal war as Vietnam.  President Lyndon Johnson lied the country into war just as much as Bush did,  and it always seems whether it is big or small, every president has to have his war.

Maybe what’s missing now are is a really good anti-war song.  Until Neil Young kicked his partners in Crosby, Stills and Nash in the ass with “Ohio” they probably would have remained a bunch of pot-bellied hippies singing about flowers, free love and all that groovy kind of stuff  man.

Fortunately, Mr. Young had a finely tuned sense of outrage.

Tin soldiers and Nixon’s comin’.
We’re finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drummin’.
Four dead in Ohio.

Gotta get down to it.
Soldiers are gunning us down.
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.

Gotta get down to it.
Soldiers are cutting us down.
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?

Tin soldiers and Nixon’s comin’.
We’re finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drummin’.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio.
Four dead in Ohio

Kent State got the headlines, but blood was spilled at Jackson State too.

The four who died in Kent State were Alison Krause,  Jeffrey Lee Miller, Sandra Lee Scheuer, and William Knox Schroeder

The two who died at Jackson State were Phillip Lafayette Gibbs and James Earl Green.

Requiescant in pace.