[img]1|left|||no_popup[/img]At the end of the worst week of setbacks for the Left and President Obama since last summer, I am left to ponder a more parochial problem:
Which is a more annoying scab on our society:
• The simplistic, embarrassingly outdated concept of the 40-year-old Congressional Black Caucus?
• Or its questionably motivated members who walk around with upturned palms, muttering, “I am a victim. Feel sorry for me, and give me a handout”?
The Black Caucus?
Is that something like the campaign to keep iron horses out of the public thoroughfare or the “Let’s Bring Electricity Someday to Downtown Peoria Society”?
Next thing you know, somebody will invent a wireless.
Clearly, the deeply under-informed, happily regressive Caucus membership deliberately, provocatively has chosen to ignore the time-change memo that swept America 50 years ago:
After Rosa Parks, the greatest cultural upheaval in history began, a massive racial evening-up process that continues, at relatively lightning speed, down to this afternoon.
Instead, these retrograde blacks prefer to wallow in luxurious lives of richly entitled victimology.
They prefer to mentally frolic in olden times.
It feels good.
Real good.
They are awash in the identical refreshing feeling that men experience after stepping from a shower or that unattractive ladies feel when emerging from a den of reconstructionists at the beauty parlor.
All Narrow Minds Are Invited Indoors
You would love to believe that outside of Islamic terrorists, the world has been largely cleansed of willfully ignorant, willfully hateful groups that thrive on making war between the races.
The always-plentiful reservoir of insecure extremists among these anti-modern historic illiterates drives the Congressional Black Caucus’s central agenda:
“We are victims. No matter what you do, you cannot make us change.”
Instructively, all members of the Congressional Black Caucus possess a character defect that normal non-leftists, black and white, seek to overcome: unrelieved rage and depression.
Unlike other groups that have suffered mistreatment, the Congressional Black Caucus members hate the notion of healing.
They scam America hourly by frolicking in the charismatic — and integrated — swimming pool of entitlement, a suicidal concept that their devious white allies drilled into them.
Who Said 13 Is Lucky?
Playing victim is far too much fun to change, which is why 13 of the maddest, shallowest minds in Washington organized in 1969, Shirley Chisholm, William L. Clay Sr., George W. Collins, John Conyers, Ron Dellums, Augustus F. Hawkins, Ralph Metcalfe, Parren Mitchell, Robert Nix, Charlie Rangel, Louis Stokes and Washington D.C. Delegate Walter Fauntroy.
Call ‘em black rednecks.
Like seals, they have been trained to believe that the disease is far more rewarding than a cure.
They flick away the staggering institutional and attitudinal changes that have trumped American society as if they were a single horsefly perched on their upturned noses.
Which brings us to last week when seven of the Caucus’s thinnest minds flew off to the 50-year prison that is Cuba — presumably on purpose —to show the Castro Boys that some members of Congress should not be allowed outdoors without a minder nearby.
Since 1959, the Castro Boys have run one of the most repressive regimes on the planet. When you live in the past, however, it must take awhile for developments to trickle down to you.
The Congressional Black Caucus’s three favorite hood ornaments — Barbara Lee of Oakland, Bobby Rush of Chicago and bad-penny Laura Richardson (D-Long Beach) — ran home as fast as their little toes would propel them to announce to open-mouthed Americans that tens of millions of people have been lying for half a century about Cuba.
The prisons and the widespread starvation are nasty rumors fueled by jealous leaders of racist countries like the United States, said the hood ornaments.
Not only is Cuba the veritable cultural and economic paradise that St. Che Guevara promised in the 1950s, both of the Castro Boys are decent, meanly misunderstood chaps, logical candidates to succeed Cardinal Mahoney — if he ever runs low on child-molesting priests.
Shhh.
Don’t let word escape, but the hood ornaments have been pathetically duped in the same way their mental forefathers, the leading minds of the entertainment industry, shamelessly tumbled for Communist Party propaganda throughout the1930s.
