Straight No Chaser: Into The Looking Glass

By Desi Cortez
Updated: February 16, 2009

DENVER — America’s going to need some distractions, major diversions if you will, to amuse the mind, take the people’s thoughts off their many troubles. The road’s about to get as bumpy as ever.

A great global depression/ war – spread to all four corners of the world, disasters, of Old Testament, real wrath of God type stuff. Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling! Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes erupting . . .The dead rising from the grave! / Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together . . . mass hysteria! Thanks Ghostbusters.

I’m hoping and praying Tiger get’s his groove back as quick as possible, as does the 13th disciple, Kurt Warner, I hope this bible thumbing mad bomber comes back for another run at it down in the Valley of Fire.

I hope it’s Kobe and the Celtics in the end. Maybe Caldwell will cut the chains on Peyton, while TJ Whose-Your-Momma runs away from home, ends up with McNabb’s Mob . . . be that Philly or better yet . . . Viking land.

Screw Philly.

I want Kareem to get a head coaching gig, just so the press can pester him “How many joints do you smoke after a victory . . .” The question would be “how many after a loss . . . .”

Don’t delude yourself, this nation’s going to need recreational activities; midnite bowling, croquet, maybe some hobbies, surly more vices to engage themselves in, bury themselves in, because the Republican Party is showing the world, right here and right now, in the dawning days of the Obama Black House, they’re not about to accept this man as President.

Change will not come if they’ve got anything to say about it.

Let’s just face the truth; angry, no, they’re way past angry, let’s go with inflamed, pissed-off White men – are going to have to be dragged, kickin’ and screamin’, toward what the world deems is progress.

A President, a Black president not in the pocket of rich White folks.


This is critical; most White guys have never considered integration, power sharing, true equality – as progress. Right? One dude – one vote, that was a hurdle for the founding fathers, you had to be a “land holding . . . White dude” to participate in the voting process.

And no dudettes need walk up and try to vote. Benjamin Banker or Crispus Attacks couldn’t vote. Nor could the Indians who the land was taken from.

The man Obama is praising, ol’ honest Abe, made it abundantly clear . . .

“I will say then that I am not, nor ever have been in favor of bringing about in anyway the social and political equality of the white and black races – that I am not nor ever have been in favor of making voters or jurors of Negroes, nor of qualifying them to hold office, nor to intermarry with white people; and I will say in addition to this that there is a physical difference between the white and black races which I believe will forever forbid the two races living together on terms of social and political equality. And inasmuch as they cannot so live, while they do remain together there must be the position of superior and inferior, and I as much as any other man am in favor of having the superior position assigned to the white race.”……….

Abe Lincoln: September 18th, 1858

And this is the viewpoint of . . . the guy Black American’s owe their freedom to? God almighty, what in the Hell did his opponents think of blacks?

Yeah, the Republican Party, the hard core 25% of the US population who had George W.’s back till the bitter-ass end, feels about the same today, as they did in 1858; they do not like Black people..

All they see President Obama as . . . an uppity, arrogant mulatto, letting the black emotions in his heart, run wild over the good Irish senses in his head.

Let me be sharp and blunt; these Nordic-cold Vulcan Conservatives will never work, live or play nicely with others. As Lincoln stated above, they’ve no desire to dirty themselves with humanities riff-raf.

Wrestle with this thought; the White South Africans, being only 5% of the population, still felt it was their country, to the end. If that wee, tiny number could justify apartheid . . . then here in the states, caucasians being roughly half the population . . . and the rest of us a divided group of conquered people . . .

They will never give power away.

They’ll fight, tooth and nail, to ensure Obama’s failure.

Don’t take my word; Rush Limbaugh, the undisputed furious voice of Real Americans – those dressed up, buttoned down New Confederates – gave out the loud and clear marching order; “I hope he fails!”

Hey, Rush’s threat is much clearer then Bin Ladens’.

Luckily, I speak Red Neck-lish; simple translation – Rush, the clear leader of Ole America, has declared war on New America. He want’s to go back, not forward. His wallet is as fat as his belly, all’s good with him and the boys at the country club.

They want to eradicate the American Dream of middle classism, they hate public education, they like the masses asses, and they despise free quality health care, they want to pimp and exploit your ills and woes to your dying day . . . .

Rush, that bigot in-search-of a coveted NFL franchise, with those fightin’ words, “I hope he fails” -set-the-tone for war. He’s hoping to rally the troops, the one’s wanting, hoping, up-in-the-lab, with a pen n’ pad, burning the midnight oil, plotting this president’s failure, and with it, the failure of this empire.
Rush’s Rebels are no where near compromise, and they’re not about to dig-in and make a last stand, it’s way too early in the story for that. No Rush is brilliant, as was Hitler, he’s going to get up on his horse, and bring the fight to us, he’s going to a-t-t-a-c-k the aging Flower Children and Hippies. Leadership of the Left.
They’re no Revolutionaries at the forefront of this movement to confront Limbaugh’s softer, passive aggressive version of Bull Conner.

We need a new version of Huey P., Bobby Seale or Angela Davis. Shirley Chisholm would tell Rush “how it really is.”

The President is a Intellectual, a politician, not a revolutionary – he’s taking the high road, when he goes to Disneyland, the only ride he wants to get on . . . it’s a Small World.

The Left needs a roller coaster rider.

What we’re not admitting; even according to Lincoln – Republicans, then and now . . . don’t want to work together. And, maybe deeper who and what Obama is . . . adds insult to injury.

Nevertheless, they don’t want this President to probe into their backroom dream deals over the last 8 years, nor alter the financial streams, er’ mighty rivers of moo-la they’ve carved out of the American landscape.

Nor do they want Obama to treat the United Nations like the international voice that it is, as opposed to a bunch of Banana Republic, Third world mud-people who don’t matter.

Obama is about to give the people what they want, and that’s the last thing the e-lites want to see. It’s been Trickle Down Economics by design, not happenstance.

The GOP hates the thought of working class Americans, the labor force, organized and seeking their fair share of the American pie.

Key Lime . . . . graham cracker crust, and Champaign.

What we’re about to all eyeball, Republicans pullin’ every diabolical political maneuver in the book, from filibusters in congress to politically organized protest in the street. President Obama is messing with CEO’s compensation, their money.

This will not be tolerated. It’s hard enough for some White folks to handle a Black boss at work, now . . . a President. I’m sorry, but there’re, and I don’t throw this number out there recklessly, like Favre threw over the middle the last 5 years – but million’s of Republicans will refuse to accept a Black man as President.

It’s that insult to injury thing.

The cold-civil war, America’s internal battle – is about to get heated, and it’s going to be the Right who’s marching and protesting – raising hell. We’ll have to now start to worry about the Timothy McVay’s blowing-up symbols of Obama’s Federal government.

Think distractions. I got a big pretty behind on my little mind . . . .

I’d like to see Serena play in only a thong, red please, and a sports bra – under the lights, any lights, any where, call me a male chauvinist pig, but I believe that would be a distraction – of the enormous variety . . .

I couldn’t stop talking or thinking about it. Some guys, could then die, go on to heaven, or wherever in the hell they’re headed. But, such a butt, would take our minds off the inevitable . . . the fall of an empire.