Straight No Chaser: The Mind Of Rush

By Desi Cortez, BASN Columnist
Updated: June 14, 2009

“You know who deserves a posthumous Medal of Honor? James Earl Ray [the confessed assassin of Martin Luther King]. We miss you, James. Godspeed. ” — Rush Limbaugh.

DENVER (BASN) — It’s time to sound the Alarm, blow the horns, turn all-the-way-up the God father’s, Soul Brother Number 1’s , the hardest working man in show biz-nesses, “Say it loud, I’m Black and I’m proud . . . the real Black National Anthem.

Somebody go get me my father’s black beret, leather Jacket and shotgun; the racist pig is coming! The racist pig is coming! The racist pig is coming!

“Look, let me put it to you this way: the NFL all too often looks like a game between the Bloods and the Crips without any weapons. There, I said it.”

That’s right, direct from the Jack-ass himself – Rush Limbaugh, voice of the angry Caucasian cat. He’s a deep yearning to own a NFL team, specifically the St Louis Rams . . . who are presently on the market. Rush’s name – in the middle of the mix. Perhaps he wants to field a team void of gangsta’s, and since Rush believes the only good black man is a Republican . . . .

“They’ re 12 percent of the population. Who the hell cares?”

— Limbaugh referring to Blacks.

BYU and Liberty University can’t supply the Rams with the right “type” of players Rush will seek to fill his roster with. Seriously, real American’s version of a 347 pound Hitler . . . lite – Rush, won’t be able to field a team which can compete in the league. Limbaugh will send onto the frozen tundra . . . a team too slew footed – headed by coaches too-consumed with rage to remain on task, too out-to-put these niggers in their rightful place.

The NAACP should have riot rehearsal. They should get a liquor store and practice robberies.”

So tell me Commissioner Goodell – you can’t actually believe letting this polarizing polar bear into the NFL tent is good for this nation’s official pastime . . . ?

Despite how uniformed and disconnected to the real world most semi-educated Black athletes tragically appear to be . . . they’ll be more then a few uppity ones who’ ll refuse to play for a White man who feels about black folk, this president, as Rush does.

Nor can you ignore the fact there’ll be an effort, by guys like me, to tar n’ feather any lost Negro who’d choose to strap-on the blue and gold for Limbaugh.

Rewarding a recognizable racist, such as Rush – by awarding him a NFL plantation, offering him a claim to legitimacy, welcoming him with open arms into the NFL Country Club . . . would be adding insult to an already insulting indignity, stabbing Black America in-the-back after kneeing us in our collective balls.

It would solidify the thought; this is still George Preston Marshalls’s league.

Honestly, Limbaugh won’t be able to purchase enough Uncle Toms to be competitive. End of story. Not enough Black people despise and scorn themselves to the point, they’d perform, sacrifice for a genuine, undisputed, authentic, bona-fide true rustic Redneck.

“Take that bone out of your nose and call me back.”

(Rush talking to an African-American female caller.)

Need I say more/ Probaly not, but now, I do need a few white folks to “interpret” exactly what these remarks are. Clean it up a little . . . tell me what the fat hooded-one really meant. Better yet, I’ll need Clarence Thomas or Allen “the ass” Keys who both obviously speak fluent “Redneck” to decipher these comments. Rationalize, minimize and pathetically justify such statements as Rush just being Rush . . . . Tell me, how do you Black punks-ass Benedict Arnold’s sleep at night?

“They oughtta change Black History Month to Black Progress Month and start measuring it.”

I’m no longer so simple-minded as to hope a fellah like Roger Goodell will do the right thing – and tell this obese Sum-bitch to go-to-hell, to kiss the asses of Willie Strode, Woodley Lewis, Marion Motley Ernie Davis and Buck Buchanan. No, I well understand Goodell won’t do that.

I don’t trust Roger. Instead of merely begging this puppet to the Grand Pooh-Pahs, asking him to “X-out” one of the owner’s lodge brothers – deny Rush the fame and fortune Limbaugh so-desperately seeks more of – is something I doubt the commish or a number of present day owners wants to do – so I’ve got to appeal to rich Black folks; Oprah, Jay-Z, Tiger, Robert Johnson, Catharine Hughes, Don Pebbles, Magic, Jordan Quintin Primo III , and Ulysses Bridgeman Jr., Kenneth Chenault and Russell Simmons.

True enough, I might as well be doing a rain dance in Death Valley, middle of July . .

I’ll go to my Brown brothers and sisters; the Roberto Gouizeto family, the Antonio Sanchez family and the Arturo Torres family. . . Rush and the rank n’ file rednecks who embrace him . . . they hate Latinos like they hate Blacks . . . and everybody knows it.

Everybody. Everybody see’s the disdain and dislike that “real Americans” have for “everybody.”

There’s nobody Black or Brown in this nation, be they deaf, dumb and blind, who after the presidential election this nation just endured – aren’t sure of the hate which festers throughout “The Right,” in the Heartland, the suburbs, the cities, in the North, the South, the Southwest, along the East Coast, in the Great Lakes region . . . .

And if by chance they’re were any doubters, since Janurary 20th since Obama starting growing greens in the Black House garden and blaring the Isley Brothers ‘Fight the Power” at 2;37 in the AM . . .

Over the last 125 days or so, White folks have made it clear ain’t that much changed since 1969 . . . And matter-of-fact, they’re millions of Archie Bunkers across the land who’ve been fighting that change for decades.

Doing their part; denying loans that should’ve been approved, failing students who should have passed, giving citizens loaded tickets not warranted, (i.e. recall the Ryan Moats hospital case in Texas) not hiring qualified candidates, hiring last, firing first, letting that house-fire burn, letting that ol’ Black mammy die, prescribing prescriptions not needed, recommending procedures not needed, not operating when needed . . . .

“I mean, let’s face it, we didn’t have slavery in this country for over 100 years because it was a bad thing. Quite the opposite: slavery built the South. I’m not saying we should bring it back; I’m just saying it had its merits. For one thing, the streets were safer after dark . . . .”

Well, gee, Id take that as an insult, would you not also Roger?

I don’t know about Condi Rice, Larry Elders or Michael Steele. So, let me get this straight . . . I should be thankful I’m not in deepest, darkest Africa, chasing my dinner, my dinner chasing me . . . ? I just can’t guess the spineless liver-bellied low-life Mo-Fo who’ d play or coach for this bastard.

And, for that MLK wise-crack, the “bone in the nose” line . . . “fuck you, and ya’ momma Rush.”

That’s straight, with no chaser – from Desi Cortez.