So, you say you don’t like Emperor (Obama) Jones? Well then perhaps you might summon the ghost of Eugene O’Neill for his 1920 version that was hailed at the time as ground breaking for presenting a ‘black‘ leading character. The play tracks the de-evolution of a Pullman Porter into the barbarity and rapid demise as a petty Caribbean dictator. At its core it cynically suggests an inherent nature within ‘the negro‘ that eventually leads to disaster when he has been removed from his lowly station of society. The very fact of its creation, an anathema to our present acceptable take upon the current sense of modern society institutionally devoid of stereotypes as governmentally administered by an administration that sees no conflict with pushing it’s thumb on the till. The factual reality espoused by same being that the executive governing authority, or ‘politburo’ under that longstanding culturally destabilizing political ruse known as (Frankfurt School) political correctness, has the duly (God?) given task to determine for the rest of us what category we fall into. If this seems a fantastic or unsubstantiated claim then go out and try to find a job where you don’t find a governmental questionnaire surfacing that demands your ‘race‘. The Bill of Rights has melted away before the ire of over forty years of policies of ‘together but unequal‘. The implementation of a permanent 47% government tended class as sorted by such policies as amplified whatever divide (now factually unknowable) both culturally and economically. A wedge of dissonance has been both meticulously and permanently driven between our newly categorized species of race and region that the United States has been equally de-evolulved into ethical barbarism.
Like any good morality play, the appreciation of which seems to be genetically implanted, a villain and a heroic victim have been struck. In true Alexanderian late British Empire fashion, the honor of ‘destroyer of all that is good‘ has been ceded to the notion of ‘WHITE‘ while everything that was considered desirable and good is now emblazoned ‘black‘. Once again, if this notion seems far fetched look at current television or the movies to find an amazingly unilateral proclivity of same. Let’s no even mention the obvious longstanding gender flip in all of this, though the new hierarchy ironically has the ‘all new blonde Barbie‘ curiously reigning at the top of the heap? As the initial structural underpinnings of our governmental structure has been deemed, ‘WHITE‘, by the legions of well-connected generational fifth column internationalist’s who seem particularly disinterested in carrying on the institutions and morays of the United States, the more elastic methodology of enforcing group consensus through the easily malleable medium of guilt by manufactured consensus has functionally replaced it. It is much easier to rule the howling mob by ‘bread and circuses’ even if it is by old reruns of “Good Times” displacing “I Love Lucy“. The, “Can’t We Just Get Along?“, marriage based squabbles of the Kardashian’s will soon one day be replaced by a more universally acceptable Jay-Z based ‘hip‘ fashion tips. Life in America at large has taken on a cartoon existence that seems just fine with the over-layered last several generations brought up on the ability to text being more amenable than any ability to write pages or paragraphs. The great Mogul franchises of Hollywood amplified characters have replaced fiction displacing any factual account of founding fathers or personages instrumental to the success and growth of what was once considered opportunity for all but now unhesitatingly termed ‘racist‘,’sexist‘, ‘homophobic‘, ‘environmentally destructive‘ or ‘politically divisive‘. Where the currently hackneyed calls for everyone in the properly enfranchised minorities to “never forget” that there should never be “no justice, no peace“, the rest of us must be the same edict hold our tongues while the entire society is deconstructed into Bantu Republics.
With most of the “greatest generation” now dead or physically enfeebled, and unable to raise an arthritic finger in protest, it is now safe for the creatures of night to open their gates of Hell. Could there be anything more foreign or insidiously treasonous than this current gambit that passes itself off as national business as usual. The lingering words of previous historically pivotal national leaders, now officially silenced from the pit of new Satan still feebly ring to those willing to hear them. Much like the stony visage of a ‘Commanditore‘, late of Mozart, they invite all of us to dinner before the folly of our own eternal flames of self-inspired damnation. And all that is left in the monocular vision of a Horus are the ashes bestowed by another “High Plains Drifter” whose credo is to devastate everything for the benefit of satisfying some ancient defile now long past the memory of all but those who still consider themselves, “the chosen ones“. If you wish to paint the public visage of Obama with a mask that has any true currency then one might think to draw from a more classically fictional pen of a Tirso de Molina as rewritten by Molière, where immorality has been seamlessly refashioned into piousness. The rightful destruction of infrastructure by moral neglect or angry rage currently celebrated upon the airwaves in hushed respectful tones by paid professional commentators is simply the (new) system doing its job flushing the sheep out of one pen and driving them to the next, on schedule before their impending scheduled slaughter. In our new televised paradigm, the innocents have long ago fallen, leaving only the rest of us who are beyond salvation.