Obama for President?
Thank you for the postcard, I received it in my PO Box today.
I've been following the primaries, as we all have, and I was wondering if you thought Obama had a chance at the Democratic nomination? I know you believe Hillary will get it, through fraud or whatever means necessary, but what if she doesn't? That scenario seems at least feasible at this point. I know as far as I'm concerned, I think Obama as the Democratic candidate would be a huge wake up call for any white person who had even a shred of love for his or her race. And if he was actually elected president? I would tear up my Social Security card and join you out there in the Northwest in a heartbeat. A black president-- Thomas Jefferson's stomach would heave. What a mockery, what a disgrace.
Okay, addressing the whole Obamanation phenomenon:
First off, you’re making the standard mistake, the mistake all Americans are intended to make, of believing that these “elections” are not pre-determined in their results way, way beforehand. Ever since they brought in Diebold and other forms of computerized vote-counting, the Little Man Behind The Curtain controls the Great and Powerful Oz subtly but effectively, and the White man’s last vestige of true power, his precious little vote, has gone the way of the dinosaurs and the dodo bird.
I personally doubt that we have had a genuine presidential election in the past 20 years or so. I think that after Ronald Reagan, who love him or hate him was the last real American President, it became obvious to the Skull and Bones crew and the shadowy, soulless men in business suits who actually run this country that even with a non-choice of two empty suits, more “stability” in our leadership was needed. They worked out the present eight-year alternation system wherein the parties trade off every two elections, with the party whose year it is to “lose” putting up some blatantly obvious doofus like Bob Dole, John Kerry, or John McCain. Like all good palookas they go a couple of rounds for the spectators, and then they take a dive in the fifth.
Granted, the Obamanation is starting to seem like a glitch in the tape here. I admit, I didn’t take him seriously myself when he first appeared.
The question is: why Obama? Where does Hussein come from and who is behind him? Because I’ll tell you, this monkoid sure as hell didn’t come up with this idea himself. I don’t think he ever came up with any idea by himself. Nobody besides me seems to have noticed this, but once you get beyond the sharp threads and the café-au-lait skin that seems to so fascinate everyone, especially bird-brained White media bimbos, we’re looking at another empty suit, and one even more empty than usual. Bluntly put: dis nigga be stupid.
That close-cropped burr head seems to be damned near empty. The man hasn’t said anything of substance ever since he started his campaign. Every now and then the Sea Hag slides off script and lets slip one of her genuine ideas, all of which are bad, such as making everyone purchase government health insurance like we’re forced to purchase grossly expensive car insurance. But at least Mommy Dearest has ideas and a plan and a program, even if they’re vile and tyrannical. Obama is just kind of there, wandering around with a Cheshire cat grin and saying nothing of any import. No one really has any idea what he’d do if he were elected President. From all I’ve seen he’d probably sit himself down in the Oval Office, spin himself around and around on his chair, and go “wheeee!” for four years.
Does anyone seriously think that the secret powers-that-be would have allowed this silly critter, with all of two years in the Senate and nothing of any note before that, to make a serious bid for the Presidency unless someone put him up to it? I think we got a glimpse of who’s behind him when the drunken fat boy Teddy Kennedy finally endorsed him.
I think Hussein is a sock puppet for the Democratic Party establishment, who resent the living hell out of being sandbagged and carpet-bagged by this brittle dyke and her queasy, greasy spouse. Bill is a revolting specimen of the American political animal, but one not unfamiliar to the halls of power. Bill they know how to deal with: put him in front of the buffet of power, let him load up his plate and then stuff his face.
But this eldritch Lilith from the freezing dark waste where the jackals bark and the demons laugh in the night, who has battened onto him? To be honest, not only do some of the liberal and Hollywood establishment hate her as viscerally as the most frothing-at-the-mouth Limbaugh listener, but I think she really scares some of them, as well she might.
Crookedness and venality and amorality, callousness and cynicism are one thing, almost part of the politician’s job description in America. But in Hillary Clinton we have something approaching genuine evil. Yes, yes, I know, there was the slavering goat-man Kennedy and before him FDR, his hands red with the blood of millions. These were wicked men, to be sure, but they were in the final analysis common or garden variety traitors who sold out their country and their blood for pure personal gain. Contemptible, but understandable.
Hillary is different. We're talking Stalin in Prada here. There is something black, poisonous, throbbing with cosmic rage against the light, moving inside Hillary Clinton. Many years ago, when she was First Lady of Arkansas, an old Aunt Jemima type who worked as a maid or cook or something in the Governor's Mansion in Little Rock, and saw Hillary at close hand every day, told a reporter, "Dat woman hab got de devil in her!" And it is becoming increasingly obvious that many, many powerful people in her own party know this, sense it, probably have seen it as they tried to work with her in the Senate. As Nietzsche said: "When one stares into the abyss, sometimes the abyss stares back." I think she genuinely frightens some of these suits out there in La Cesspool Grande.
I think that at some point a few years ago, maybe with the aid and comfort of key elements in the Republicans and the business community who either out of greed, fear, hatred, or who knows? maybe even some last remaining vestige of patriotism, a group of very powerful Democrats reached a consensus that Hillary Clinton must never be President of the United States.
I think they sat down in some smoke-filled room and put together a plan. “Who would we have to run to spike the bitch’s guns in the primaries, and if he can’t win the nomination, at least rattle her cage to the point where she falls off her steamroller?” And someone came up with the idea, “I know! A handsome [sic] and articulate [sic] black man, as light-skinned as we can find, who will do what the hell he’s told!”
But where would they find such a candidate? Biddable niggers are mighty thin on the ground since Stepin Fetchit’s time. Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson were obvious non-starters; most of the Black Congressional Caucus were either under federal investigation or indictment for not keeping their fingers out of the cookie jar (remember the Louisiana Congressman with all the corruption cash in his freezer?) they had histories of drunk or stupid behavior (remember the Congressional negress who assaulted the cop in the Capitol corridors?) or else there was simply no chance at all they could or would stop their bubble lips from flapping and follow any kind of script.
I wouldn’t be at all surprised if Barack Obama was a synthetic from the word go, some coon the suits talent-scouted while he was ward-heeling in Chicago. They snuck him down to some fancy restaurant in the Loop and said “Barack, mah main monkoid, how would you like to be a U.S. Senator and then get a long, long Fifteen Minutes? On our dime?” I’ll bet you dollars to donuts that Barack Obama has been groomed from the get-go for the express purpose of raining on the Sea Hag’s parade.
As to the critter ending up in the White House? Hmmm…let’s just put it this way. I don’t think it will happen. One way or the other, if you get my drift. I have always believed that if I can’t say what I really think, I shouldn’t say anything at all, and I genuinely feel it might not be politic for me to say too much at this point. Because---er---something may happen soon if the Sea Hag doesn’t clinch it on Tuesday, and when the FBI and Secret Service start looking for a fall guy I would rather not have certain unseemly speculations on the record.
I will say this, and I’m dead serious. If I were Barack Obama, I would be sweating. History has shown that it is terribly, terribly dangerous for anyone to cross Bill and Hillary Clinton. That long list of convenient corpses associated with their first reign is entirely accurate. No “vast right wing conspiracy” murdered all those people. They were real human beings. They lived, they displeased Bill or Hill or else they knew too much, and they ended up dead. Everybody tends to joke about it, but it’s not really funny, you know, especially those women whose only crime was to be victimized by Bill Clinton’s priapic lust and thus by extension embarrass Hillary. (My novel Slow Coming Dark, which I again commend to your attention, deals with this very subject.)
Crossing Bill and Hillary Clinton, and attempting to deny Hillary Clinton the ultimate power to rule us all which she believes to be her right and destiny, is either a very brave or a very stupid thing to do, and I have seen no particular sign of any courage in Barack Obama. I don’t think that nigger has sense enough to realize what kind of danger he’s in. The men who put him up to this do, and if and when—something—happens they will be just as morally responsible for it as Hillary. Which I’m sure really has them walking the floor at night.