From time to time, I go onto message boards if I find the subject interesting. From my own history I know that what usually gets my panties in a wad is when I get some conservative troll spouting off like he actually had two working neurons to rub together for warmth. If there's one thing I can't stand it's morons who spout off pseudo-intellectual organic fertilizer. That's my job
God Damn It!
This time I went to the Universal Life Church site. They're the ones who you use to have to buy a copy of Rolling Stone and respond to the ad at the back of the magazine in order to become an ordained minister for $15. They're on line now and I was looking over their discussion of the Confederate Flag hubbub. I couldn't believe the comments I was seeing. I had to look and make sure that I hadn't accidentally been redirected to RedState.com. They seemed to think, by and large, that the "coloreds" should have gotten over the Civil War and that whole "Slavery" bug-a-boo some seventy to eighty years ago. After all, they were
cool wit it. Mix that with some Amens and you have what I saw just a scant few minutes ago.
This is my response to one of those aspiring Spartacus's that I found there. He had done some "research" on this whole "racism" thing and he was willing to cut his white, southern kin more than a little bit of slack. Hey, no harm, no foul. Although I don't want to publish anything without the author's permission (and I don't think it would be forthcoming if I asked), I give you the following quote of his last few lines to set up my response. Believe me, it's representative.
[sic]yes i know how unpopular what i’ve written may be, but i feel it needs be asked and spoken on or things will never get put to right’s.
PS: for those who wanna call me a racist? go right ahead.just because YOU say it, doesn’t make it true…
Let the games begin.
Really?
Just because YOU say you’re NOT a racist doesn’t make that assertion true either. I have no doubt that you ‘think’ you’re not (as much as you have the capacity to do so), but thanks for giving us the option of freedom of speech on the matter. That’s awfully white of you.
You see, earlier last year I did a little research of my own, and found out that our family linage began when my Great, Great Grandmother was raped by her “owner”. I suppose under your theory of things, it wasn’t so much a rape as it was him taking my Great Great Grandmother’s crotch out for a test drive. The modern analog I suppose would be trying to prosecute a man for having inappropriate contact with a blow up doll. Maybe she should have just gotten over it so as to spare the white side of the family tree any undue emotional trauma.
After all, if she didn’t want to be white topped, maybe she shouldn’t have been sashaying about the farm in her sexy, sexy slave girl outfits. Come on guys, help me out here. You can't tell me that your light sabers didn't pop out of their handles the first time you saw Princess Leia sitting at the feet of Jaba the Hutt. Lord God Almighty! Even a scumbag slaver is merely mortal. You have this sexy little pickaninny sauntering about the plantation, all sexified after her 15 years on the planet. She catches the eye of her owner, and he did what came natural to any healthy red blooded American male who can do what he wants to with his property and who lived in a time before any convenient forms of birth control. He filled her black womb with his superior white man caviar and bing bang boom, a hundred years later give or take, here I am.
Not to make this little tome too terribly long, but my Great Grandfather was given away (or adopted if you prefer) to a Confederate Surgeon because he could “pass” for white. That and I don’t think that Great Great Granpa wanted his wife to see his house nigger carrying this white looking baby around hangin' offin her nubile young black tit, but that’s just supposition on my part. Trying to put myself in his place, I figure that Great Great Granddad might just be thinking that the ol’ ball & chain might figure out that someone in casa del slaver might just be dipping his white pen into the company’s black ink supplies.
Evidently my Great Great Grandmother never did get over the loss of that child. This surgeon moved his blended family from Virginia to Missouri just after the war. She stayed in Virginia and later married a fellow former slave and had a rather large family. Her first male son of this union was named James Harold. The koo koo kooky part of it is that this was the exact same name as my Great Grandfather. She also used variations of those names when it came to naming the rest of her male children. Her husband even took her last name when they got married. Sounds like to me she decided to carry a grudge over the whole thing. I bet her former owner, my dear ol' sainted Virginian Great Great Grandfather, got over it as soon as he was able to unload the illicit fruit of their union.
As for the rest of your thesis, that flags are nothing but cloth, then why don’t you just take yourself down to the nearest VFW post and burn an American flag. Those guys just love that kind of stuff. They’re all big fans of this kind of performance art. After all, it’s just cloth isn’t it, so what does it matter? It’s not like it commemorates a bunch of scum bag traitors who conducted organized and sustained armed insurrection against the freely elected constitutional government of the United States of America. And just because Dante´ Alighieri reserved his lowest level of Hell in Inferno for traitors, don’t you give that no never mind. I'm sure Jefferson Davis isn't frozen, mouth open, into a block of vile, demon, wormy, excrement just under Satan's rectum in the center of Hell.
Seriously though, doesn’t it give you at least some pause to know that all you folks who want to give honor to this bunch of traitorous scumbags, that you are four square in the same corner of the argument with the Ku Klux Klan? The Ku Klux Klan guy!
Really!
Amen.