A Very American Coup By Michael – Louis Ingram, Editor-in-Chief...
Straight No Chaser: The Newest Soap
Hell, who’s to say come Christmas we might be up to 25, maybe 30 bimbos?
Everybody is trying to understand what makes this Tiger tick.
Apparently it’s his . . . .
GOP Houseboy Michael Steele must too; to do the voodoo that he do for angry White people – he must hate himself.
stiffen, hold their breath. But, I can only assume Tiger’s oblivious to this American reality.
Money can do that for you.
Tiger’s damn near instantly, like instant oatmeal, becoming a walking racial, gender and class debate; the role of his vast wealth, his denial, disassociation and indifference towards peeps-of-color and both his being the victim of domestic violence, while treating women, white women like disposable trash.
Unfortunately, at the end of nine hoes, 18 or even 36 hoes if you will, Tiger, like most Black men has tragically been brainwashed to equate power, success and social standing with sleeping with snow bunnies.
These white women represent, in his little painted n’ tainted mind, the ornaments, trophies and manhood monuments which accompany his story of success and glory.
His vanilla Pop-Tart obsession is merely what happens when you tell people, pour down their brain stems – White is right, and Black . . . had better get back, and you institute a form of a self-hatred indoctrination called American Popular Culture 101. . .
for a few hundred years.
Thanks, Dr. Travis Boyce for that bit of enlightenment . . . it’s called deculturalization convincing a man to think his mother, sister, daughter pales in her womanhood when compared to a blond-haired, blue-eyed twiggy.
Tiger’s a Black millionaire based on his ability to slap whitey a few hundred yards, but he’s a Black billionaire because he adopted, or was maybe brainwashed by his dad to display the customs, values and standards corporate America could package, market and sell to the WASP consumer.
End of story.
The only tarnish, the only stereotypical Black thing Tiger did?
Tiger dared step out of his place, marry a White women. But alas, it was all right because Tiger, like OJ, circa 1977 was a model Negro; perfect diction, proper high nasal tone, no slurring, blending or chopping off of words- no hint of Ebonics, No tattoos, braids, bling, blang nor Pimp suits, and on top of all that, the boy had the Right attitude; no controversial comments, no anger, no political comments, he was only Black because his father was Black.
Ain’t that a punk-ass weasel for you – because he was abiding by the rules of society, which corporate America obviously recognizes, and being their high paid whore, Tiger must abide by the rules which White America demands of Black sportsmen they allow to ascend; humble, docile, faithful to the Viking princess he was permitted to bed, the whole 1955 TV sitcom dad thing.
Tiger depicted himself as Ward Clever, or Robert Young on Father Knows best - he knew he had to for this nation to embrace him, for the world to adopt him . . . so he sold out to the . . . corporate establishment.
Now, after all these sexual shenanigans, with white women, granted they are all lowly nigger loving whores in the minds of the far right in America, they’re still white flowers – it’s the flippin’ principal . .
. Tiger is no longer a honorary White guy . . . he’s just another million dollar nigger . . . with no major sponsors.
This is going to come as a slap in his face. Let’s bet, here n’ now, he reenters public life with a go-tee, changes his look now that he realizes he is no longer accepted as White.
Tiger would awake one morning having a taste for grits and watermelon, want to turn on reruns of reruns on Soul Train.
I believe by the new year, Tiger will be a new man, a new Black man.
Can I call him El?